Deep within the lush, verdant forest, sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, scattering speckles of light across the ground.
Suddenly, a black shadow darted through the trees like a phantom.
A closer look revealed a ninja clad in black combat gear. What was shocking, however, was that the outfit was stained with patches of pitch-black blood.
At that moment, the ninja had only one thought: Faster! I need to go faster! As he raced through the woods, he muttered to himself without pause.
He knew full well that he carried a mission of utmost importance—so long as he successfully brought this incomparably valuable intelligence back to Sunagakure, the village would gain an unprecedented advantage in this operation.
Yet just as he sprinted forward with all his strength, several sharp attacks suddenly tore through the air behind him.
The enemy had discovered his trail long ago and launched a fierce pursuit and encirclement.
Even more frighteningly, the attackers seemed to know this ninja's weakness very well. Every attack was aimed at his legs.
Clearly, they did not merely intend to capture him alive. They wanted to pry that crucial intelligence from his mouth by any means possible, perhaps even seize the classified document clenched tightly in his hand.
As time passed, the ninja gradually felt the pressure from behind growing heavier and heavier.
He did not dare look back. Relying only on his sharp instincts, he vaguely sensed several figures closing in at tremendous speed, launching wave after wave of vicious attacks.
Having been chased for so long, the ninja was thoroughly enraged.
"Damn it, do you all really think I'm some soft persimmon you can squeeze whenever you want?!"
"I stole Konoha's intelligence, and Konoha itself hasn't even said anything."
"You Shinobi Village Alliance lot sure are eager to jump