The Spirit Board's fluctuations warning of the Land of Rain front's emergency pulsed like a dying man's heartbeat, flashing madly within the Mystic Crystal Bastion's control room.
The Nara Clan chief's voice came through the crystal wall, carrying barely suppressed anxiety. "Commander! Hanzo's poison rain has covered Defense Zone A7! Lord Jiraiya's Sage Chakra is severely depleted! Lady Tsunade's medical zone has been ambushed by Iwagakure demolition squads! Lord Orochimaru's summoned beasts have suffered devastating losses! Sand Village's puppet forces, working with Iwagakure heavy infantry, have broken through three defensive lines! The Land of Rain battlefield... is on the verge of collapse! Requesting..."
"Change course."
Neji's icy voice cut off the Nara Clan chief's report. His composed eyes reflected another direction upon the crystal wall—dense, glaring blue dots pressing toward the Land of Fire's coastline like a swarm of locusts along the eastern shore.
"Destination: the Land of Whirlpools. Full speed."
"Commander?!"
Tetsusai's hands froze over the crystal wall's controls. He nearly thought he had misheard.
The Land of Rain was about to collapse, the western front under the Third Hokage's command was under immense pressure, yet the commander wanted to head for the coast?!
"Carry out the order."
Neji's voice did not ripple in the slightest, yet it carried a will powerful enough to freeze souls.
His gaze pierced through the crystal wall, as though he could see that coastline shrouded in thick fog, blood, and fire.
The war's development had not exceeded Neji's expectations. What had begun as isolated conflicts had now spread into a situation where fires were blooming everywhere.
But amid this turmoil and chaos, did they truly need to ruthlessly abandon everything?
And... was the source of this chaos truly only in the Land of Rain?
Or was someone trying to use a sky-consuming war