Konoha's eastern border was exceptionally clear today, with not a cloud in the sky.
What lovely weather.
Lowering his gaze from the sky, Yushu looked at the assembled jonin before him. Every one of them seemed somewhat excited.
They knew the results of last night's operation. Although the gains had not been great, they had suffered zero casualties.
Just as The Art of War said: know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.
In war, the most important thing was never victory, but ensuring that one remained undefeated.
Konoha had not lost a single person, so they had already come out ahead. Every Kirigakure ninja they killed was pure profit, let alone two hundred of them. They had hit the jackpot!
Even Mitokado Homura, who had worn a sour expression ever since the group set out, showed a trace of excitement. As the third wave last night, he must have finally gotten some kills under his belt.
"Move out! Our destination is the Kirigakure camp!"
Yushu immediately flew into the air and led everyone eastward.
After being thoroughly tormented last night, the Kirigakure forces had finally recovered a little after resting all morning.
It was now the brightest, hottest time of day.
Most Kirigakure ninja disliked this kind of weather and this time of day.
Though they had rested enough, the Kirigakure ninja were utterly listless beneath the blazing sun.
But they quickly perked up.
The camp alarm had sounded.
"Ah! Those damned Konoha ninja are back!"
"Why did they have to come at a time like this? Konoha ninja are too despicable."
"This time, we'll definitely strike back!!"
This time, Yushu did not lead everyone in stealthily. Instead, they openly advanced toward the Kirigakure camp.
As a result, Kirigakure immediately learned