Having figured this out, Senju Kyogawa immediately felt that he could not just sit around and wait for death.
He had no idea whether his collapse had served as a warning to the Senju clan. At the very least, they needed to pay more attention to their own safety on the battlefield. After all, the battlefield was a place of rapid, dangerous change...
"Jingchuan, Jingchuan, are you listening to me?"
The young Senju ninja in front of him saw that Jingchuan had not reacted for ages. Seeing him keep his head lowered, apparently lost in thought, the child could not help waving a hand in front of Senju Kyogawa's eyes.
Senju Kyogawa was startled by the hand before him and abruptly snapped back to his senses.
He gave an awkward laugh, glossed over the topic with a few vague words, and continued asking the young ninja about what had happened during the days he had been unconscious.
The inexperienced young ninja clearly could not discern the deviousness of adult intentions. He was quickly led off topic and began recounting the changes of the past few days.
Though Senju Kyogawa had only slept for two days and one night, the situation on the battlefield changed by the moment. Even a single day could bring enormous shifts.
Sure enough, it was exactly as Senju Kyogawa had expected.
During the first day of Senju Kyogawa's unconsciousness, the Senju ninjas on the front lines had not yet received the news. Thus, Senju's ninjas had continued charging forward like they had been pumped full of blood, heedless of death. Perhaps only a small number of them had remained cautious when facing the enemy instead of blindly rushing in.
As a result, the Senju clan lost a great deal of fighting strength at the outset and