The ninjas atop the walls leaped down one after another, landing directly in the arena beneath the hundred-meter-high wall.
The moment they entered the venue, the images on the sky screen outside immediately changed, projecting every one of them. Yet when the ninjas inside looked up, the sky was completely empty. They could not see that enormous projection at all.
Several Kusagakure Jonin withdrew their gazes with ugly expressions. They had originally intended to use the sky screen to observe everyone else's positions, but Akatsuki Village had already set up a barrier and left no such loophole.
"First, find somewhere to hide, get a feel for the terrain, then see if we can pick up any scraps." A Kusagakure Jonin lowered his voice and spoke to his companions. "This tournament is about who can last until the end, not who kills the most. No one will be in a rush to strike first right after entering."
Another person hurriedly nodded.
Kusagakure was already a small ninja village, yet their Grass Shadow seemed to have something wrong with his brain, bringing them to compete in an event like this. What difference was there between that and sending them here to die?
So-called Jonin were merely positions earned through merit. In terms of actual strength, they were not even a match for Konoha's Special Jonin.
"Then let's find a place first—"
"Leaf Great Whirlwind!"
Before the words had even fallen, a green figure crashed down from above.
The ten Kusagakure ninjas had no time to react. Their vision went dark at once, and in the blink of an eye, they lost their ability to fight.
Might Guy stood beside the fallen Kusagakure ninjas and gave Kakashi, who was hiding in the grass behind him, a thumbs-up, flashing a set of gleaming White