Half an hour later.
Qian opened his eyes.
Around him, some crouching and some standing, were nearly twenty people.
Some, like him moments ago, had their eyes shut tight as they stored up strength for the coming battle.
Some were chewing Soldier Pills, replenishing the Chakra they had burned through.
Others were wiping down the ninja tools in their hands, trying to gain even the slightest edge in the fight to come.
In short, everyone was silent.
Until he opened his eyes and stood up.
At once, everyone turned their gaze toward him.
Qian swept his eyes over their faces one by one, then finally let his gaze fall on the three unconscious people.
All three were wrapped head to toe in bandages. Even though Qian had just healed them with his level 8 Mystical Palm Technique not long ago, they still looked half-dead.
Without a doubt, all three were gravely wounded.
They had also been lucky. They had happened to catch Terumi Mei and the others in a hurry to retreat, and that was how they had managed to keep their lives. Otherwise, they might well have died to some Mist Ninja casually finishing them off.
But in this state, there was no way they could take part in the coming battle.
And Qian could not possibly leave people here to protect them.
So what happened next would depend entirely on their own luck.
If, after they left, they ran into the Mist Ninja reinforcements or some other danger, then they could only wait obediently for death.
As for bringing them along...
Please. They were going to war, not to eat and sleep. Bringing them would only make things even more dangerous.
"Let's hope they're lucky!"
Muttering softly with his head lowered, Qian paid the three no more attention.