The wind was high, the snow fierce, and the biting cold raged.
Beneath the gloomy gray clouds, thousands of people raised their heads to gaze out. They were all ordinary soldiers, and the reason they were willing to work their lives away for the Land of Flame was truly because the treatment the country gave them was no lower than before. Since they were all selling their lives anyway, selling it to anyone was the same.
Naturally, these ordinary people who could not use ninjutsu also wanted to witness those extraordinary powers with their own eyes, and thus they cast their gazes one after another toward the two figures standing between heaven and earth.
Tenggu Tuo turned slightly and gripped the hilt of Remnant Snow, his eyes filled with a dead silence without a single ripple. He was like an ancient pine standing tall amidst wind and rain for a thousand years, letting the vicissitudes of time and the howling gales beat against him, yet remaining unyielding and standing proudly upright!
Enkō stood ten meters away, the loose strands of hair before his forehead fluttering slightly with the wind and snow. Within his scarlet Sharingan, there were no unnecessary emotions; he simply observed the weathered old man quietly.
Whether samurai or ninja, neither could escape chakra, the origin of energy. The Sharingan could see the flow of chakra inside other people's bodies, and through this, it could predict an enemy's attacking methods.
However, in Enkō's eyes at this moment, the chakra within Tenggu Tuo's body was like a pool of stagnant water, without waves or ripples, just like its master.
"Not using chakra?" Enkō raised a brow slightly, feeling truly rather strange. Just how big a splash could a samurai make who had no ninjutsu and used no chakra?
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