The White Zetsu Army Infiltrated the Allied Forces in Disguise? My Senses Were Sharper Than the Mind's Eye of the Kagura

I kicked open the carriage's wooden door and jumped down into the muck.

Muddy water mixed with filthy snow splattered all over my trouser leg.

Up on the hillside ahead, two Sunagakure Chunin faced off with kunai in their hands.

Their coats were ragged and covered in yellow sand, and both were panting hard.

"Lord Sen, slow down! The cloth strips on your coat are coming loose again!"

The ANBU girl shouted over the gale, anxiety creeping into her voice beneath her mask.

I couldn't be bothered with her. With my hands in my coat pockets, I ambled forward.

"Infighting? Just great. The enemy's at our doorstep, and you're still putting on a show."

"Stop the carriage. Let's see whose hide is tougher than my wood."

I bit down on that charred branch and cocked my head at the pair.

"He's a fake! He stabbed me from behind with a kunai!"

The Sunagakure Shinobi on the left glared wide-eyed, black mud packed beneath his fingernails.

"Bullshit! I've been carrying the wounded with the Third Squad this whole time! Everyone saw me!"

The one on the right refused to back down, roaring at the top of his lungs as his face twitched.

A ring of Konoha and Kumogakure ninja surrounded them, all holding tachi, none daring to approach.

"Where's the Sensor Division? What about the Sharingan and Byakugan? Come take a look!"

Baki stood behind them, his lips trembling with agitation, his face caked in yellow mud.

A bespectacled sensory ninja was drenched in sweat, constantly wiping his forehead protector.

"It's no use, Lord Baki! Their chakra is identical!"

"Even their chakra flow and tiny habits have been copied! There's no way to tell them apart!"

Ōnoki floated nearby, his bulbous nose strangely red on his weathered face.

"I never imagined