Watching the four Kirigakure warships sail into the distance, Qian confirmed they would not return, then began ordering everyone to clean up the battlefield.
Originally, for this battle, he had planned to hold fast at the stronghold and wait for reinforcements.
He had never expected that, because of one targeted move by Kirigakure, things would turn into this.
All he could say was that man proposes, heaven disposes.
Still, the result was not too bad.
Although their side had suffered heavy losses in this battle—with a force of two hundred losing around eighty people outright, leaving fewer than sixty percent alive—they had at least repelled Kirigakure's troops.
At the same time, they had also killed quite a few Kirigakure ninja.
With that, the other side probably would not launch any large-scale attacks in the short term.
And he could use this period to improve himself a little more.
Thinking this, Qian found a place and continued using the Mystical Palm Technique to strengthen his body.
About half an hour later, a unit arrived here.
The newcomers were none other than the reinforcements Kurosawa Naruki had sent.
Unfortunately, they were destined to have made the trip for nothing.
Well.
It could not exactly be called a wasted trip!
At the very least, they had brought fresh fighting strength.
In the blink of an eye, two days passed.
Just as Qian had expected, ever since their probing attack failed two days ago, Kirigakure had not launched another large-scale offensive.
However, there had been quite a few more small-scale battles.
Qian had no interest in fights like those, so he simply handed all of them over to his subordinates to handle, while he himself entered his daily training routine.
That afternoon.
Near the stronghold.
On an open stretch of ground.
Qian ended