It was night.
A light rain fell from the sky.
Everything around them was pitch-black.
Qian and the others followed Furukawa, moving stealthily all the way around to a spot roughly a hundred meters west of a village.
This village was the Rock Ninja's stronghold.
Faintly, a few scattered lights could be seen there.
When they reached a low slope, Furukawa raised his right fist, signaling for everyone to stop.
At once, everyone halted. The entire process practically embodied absolute obedience to orders.
It had to be said, the battlefield truly tempered people. Those who had survived the past month of clashes with the Rock Ninja were no fools.
At the very least, no one tried to stand out or do anything out of line.
Furukawa glanced at the time and confirmed there were still more than ten minutes before the attack was to begin. He then gestured for everyone to seize the chance to rest.
Seeing this, everyone silently adjusted their breathing, preparing for the battle that was about to come.
Time passed second by second. The surroundings were utterly quiet; aside from everyone's faint breathing, there was only the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.
As if sensing that a great battle was about to erupt, the rain falling from the sky quietly grew a little heavier.
Qian reached out to feel it, his brows knitting slightly as he thought, This kind of environment really isn't suited for Fire Release.
However, when his hand touched the Short Blade at his waist, he relaxed again.
There was nothing more to say. His level 3 (430/1000) "Leaf-Style Swordsmanship" gave him all the confidence he needed.
Boom~
Suddenly, an explosion sounded from the distance.
Qian immediately looked toward the sound and saw a mass of crimson flame abruptly rise from the