One day later.
At dusk.
Somewhere in the forest, two teams belonging to Iwagakure and Kumogakure were locked in a bloody battle.
Soon, only five people were left in the field: three Rock Ninja and two Cloud ninja. The Rock Ninja were in slightly worse condition, while the Cloud ninja were doing a little better.
And just as they were facing off against each other, three figures suddenly appeared in the field. They wore black robes and masks, making it impossible to tell which force they belonged to.
Instantly, all the Rock Ninja and Cloud ninja present grew wary.
But wariness was useless. The moment those three appeared, they did not waste a single word and immediately launched a silent attack on the five people in the field.
The three worked together with perfect coordination, their Swordsmanship sharp and fierce. Relying on their agile movements, they never clashed head-on, and in just a short while, they had brought down two people.
Seeing this, the three still standing could not help but start thinking of retreat.
However, before they could put that plan into action, they saw the black-robed figures fighting them suddenly pull back, forming hand seals as if they were about to cast some ninjutsu.
The three did not dare be careless and immediately prepared to use ninjutsu to counter them.
Just now, they had been suppressed and had no chance to use ninjutsu. Now that the other side had taken the initiative to create distance, it was the perfect opportunity for them to throw the situation into chaos.
However, just as they raised their arms, they saw the eyes beneath the three black-robed figures' masks abruptly change from black to blood-red.
And within those blood-colored pupils were three pitch-black Tomoe.
"Sharingan?!"
The three were shocked and immediately wanted