As answers rang out one after another, dozens of hands rose in the corridor.
"Alright, that should be enough. Everyone, go back and pack your things. I'll wait for you directly at our village gate."
As they left, Zhou Yang knew that the Rain Ninja Village had finally been dragged into the mire of war.
Was the reason for my unease this war? No, that can't be it. Even if I've stayed in Rain Village for a while, I shouldn't have developed such deep feelings for it. Besides, things aren't as bad as I imagined. At most, there'll just be some trouble. Lying on the ground, Zhou Yang felt that since he could not figure it out for the moment, there was no need to keep thinking while sprawled on the floor. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to get up and find somewhere to sit?
Just as he braced himself against the floor with both hands, he suddenly saw the ring on his left hand. He froze again like a machine that had jammed.
The patient beside him, who had originally wanted to go out and call a doctor, grumbled, "Who would dare attack our grain depot? Did they eat tiger guts and leopard courage? Aren't they afraid Lord Hanzo will come after them? Right, kid?" When he turned back, he saw Zhou Yang, who was almost on his feet. "Eh? Kid, you're alright? I was about to call a doctor for you. Hm? Kid, why aren't you moving? Were you really hurt this time?"
Amid the chatterbox patient's confusion, Zhou Yang suddenly sprang to his feet as if he had stepped on an electric switch. Then, crossing his hands, he actually tore the steel plates and bandages off his arms. Just as the patient thought he had gone crazy,