Forest.
Rasa stood on a tree branch, frowning as he stared into the distance.
Whoosh!
A Sand Shinobi appeared beside him.
"Lord Rasa, the setup is complete. Now we just wait for that traitor to walk into the trap."
"Good! You searched the surroundings, right? I don't want anyone else coming to interfere."
"Rest assured, Lord Rasa. We've already set up a sensory barrier. There are no traces of other shinobi nearby."
"Good."
Rasa let out a breath of relief.
Ever since his failure in the Land of Iron, he had become paranoid whenever carrying out missions, always afraid that a hidden arrow would suddenly come flying at him.
After returning, he had searched through a great deal of intelligence, yet he could not find any record of such an archer ever appearing in the Shinobi World.
Though he hated the man enough to grind his teeth, it was like facing thin air. There was simply nowhere to start.
"There won't be another mistake this time!"
Rasa narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
Several hundred meters away, Hyuga Satoru crouched amid the branches and leaves of a large tree. His Byakugan was activated as he quietly observed Rasa.
With the Withered Wood Technique in operation, his heart beat very slowly, producing almost no fluctuations.
Even sensory ninjutsu could not detect his presence.
Before long, his brows furrowed slightly.
Within the Byakugan's field of vision, a figure was rapidly approaching from afar and was about to reach the range occupied by Rasa and the others.
"He's coming!"
"Get ready."
Rasa gave the order in a low voice.
The air grew still, heavy with oppression, until a shinobi wrapped in black cloth appeared in sight.
"Move!"
Rasa barked.
Several Sand Shinobi around him formed hand seals at once. The