The sun soon set, and night fell. Countless stars reflected in the sky, their faint light scattering sparse points of brightness across the desert night.
"Move out!"
After resting for several hours, eating and drinking their fill, and restoring their energy, Mitokado Homura took the lead and rushed toward the first target.
The first target was a small village.
"Kill!!!"
Ninja were cold-blooded machines. Mitokado Homura, who had come through the First Shinobi World War, was not a softhearted man. Besides, Sunagakure had done the same thing to villages in the Land of Fire last year.
They were merely taking revenge now.
If Sunagakure could do it, why couldn't Konoha?
Following Mitokado Homura's order, dozens of Konoha ninja swiftly charged toward the village.
The slaughter began.
Piercing screams soon tore through the tranquil night sky.
Standing atop a sand dune, Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu coldly watched the village turn into a slaughterhouse. There was no sympathy or pity in their eyes, only the satisfaction born of hatred.
How long would an elite force led by at least five Jonin take to cut through an ordinary small village?
The answer was: less than ten minutes.
Ten minutes later, not a trace of life remained in the village. Forget living people—even a passing dog would have gotten kicked twice before escaping.
"Was anyone injured?"
Utatane Koharu asked her routine question.
Like Tsunade, she was also a medical ninja, though her medical skills could not compare to Tsunade's or Jingyi's.
"My lady, no one was injured."
Several Jonin who had each led a team stepped forward.
"Very good. You performed well. Continue to the next target and try to wipe it out tonight."
Utatane Koharu nodded in satisfaction.
Asking whether anyone had been injured was merely routine.
If someone got hurt dealing