The mountain wind whistled, sweeping up fallen leaves. Silently, countless ninja from the Warring States period surrounded the two of them.
"There are no other Uchiha by your side. You dared to run across the battlefield with only a child at your side. This will be your greatest mistake, and there will be absolutely no room for maneuver, Uchiha Nameless."
As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of people. At least a thousand ninja had gathered here.
To hold onto Uchiha Hikari in her arms, the Senju Clan had dispatched at least half of its elite forces, while the Sarutobi Clan had also given its full support.
"Can't we sit down and have a proper talk? We have no intention of getting involved in the battlefield. As long as you let us leave, we'll never appear in a war again. How about I name a price?"
Hua Yue called out loudly, wearing an utterly harmless smile as he waited for their response.
"What a joke! So many of our Senju Clan died on the battlefield at Uchiha Nameless's hands, and now that you're surrounded, you think of begging for mercy? Keep dreaming."
"Kill her, and that Uchiha brat too! Hang their corpses before the clan graves so our brothers resting in the Pure Land can have no regrets!"
"Little brother, watch carefully. I'll avenge your hatred for you..."
Hua Yue's mouth twitched. The Senju Clan before him clearly had no intention of giving them a chance to sit down and talk, while the Sarutobi ninja at the side stepped forward and formed hand seals.
Wasn't "absolutely no room for maneuver" supposed to mean anything could be discussed for a little money? Why did this script seem a little off?
"No choice. Tactical retreat!"
A black skeleton