An hour later.
The sun on the horizon had long since slanted west, and the afterglow of sunset spilled across the sea, reflecting a vast sheet of gold.
And within that gold, a large ship slowly appeared.
Looking closely, four symbols on it, like flowing water and mist, were clearly visible. It was unmistakably a ship from Kirigakure.
That was right—this Mist warship was one of the fleet led by Osawa Yuki.
Behind it, several more identical ships slowly appeared.
They arrived a little later than expected, clearly having rested and reorganized along the way.
In other words, they could launch an attack immediately.
And that was exactly what the other side did.
Because Yasuda Akigiku and the others occupied the coastline, Sano Nobuhisa did not send anyone too far forward this time.
Among them, the first defensive line was less than one kilometer from the outpost.
Naturally, that could not have any real effect on the arriving Osawa Yuki and the others.
Thus, they reached land smoothly, and after regrouping with Yasuda Akigiku and the others, they launched their attack with almost no further delay.
The battle erupted in an instant!
This time, neither side played any tricks. It was a face-to-face attack and defense, a contest of overall combat strength.
Black Stone Outpost.
Southern city wall.
Atop a building.
Qian stood there, looking east.
Although the distance was somewhat far, with the insight of the Sharingan, he could still roughly make out the situation on the battlefield.
After watching for several minutes, Qian nodded.
Overall, this time, because of the series of actions earlier, although the manpower inside the outpost was a little less than two days ago, the situation was actually better than last time.
There was no other reason. The condition of the ninjas on