Before long, Qian returned to the air above the stronghold.
"Wind Release: Wind Wings," released!
His feet landed back on the ground.
Seeing this, Uchiha Tekka walked over and said, "Qian, have those Mist Ninja all left?"
"Mm."
Qian nodded, his gaze sweeping over him.
At this moment, he was covered in blood from head to toe—some his own, some the enemy's—and he walked with a limp, clearly not lightly injured.
Then he swept his gaze over the others.
Originally, this stronghold had held more than two hundred ninja, but after last night's battle, fewer than seventy were still alive. Nearly two-thirds had been killed.
And every survivor was injured.
That casualty rate could not be called low.
Of course, while their losses were this heavy, the Mist Ninja's losses were no small matter either.
Although the enemy had held an absolute advantage in numbers, because of his presence, they had also suffered severe losses in this battle.
By a rough count, the number of Mist Village ninja killed outright this time was around two hundred and fifty.
That figure already exceeded forty percent of the enemy's total forces.
Converted out, the battle-loss ratio between the two sides was about 1:1.5.
This ratio was not especially high, but one had to remember that the Leaf ninja had achieved it while at an absolute disadvantage of 1:3 in troop strength.
It was only because he had relied on his ability to fly to pin down many of the enemy's high-end combatants, while also striking at those low- and mid-ranked ninja of the Mist Village from time to time.
Otherwise, forget 1:1.5—if they had not been beaten into a 1:1.5 ratio themselves, that would already have counted as good.
Precisely because of this, when his gaze swept over them, aside from those