Melee

The Sharingan remained bathed in the cool nourishment of pupil power, slowly replenishing what Fugaku had spent over the past year.

An Ordinary Mangekyo Sharingan truly demanded an enormous amount of pupil power.

At the front of the Wind-Earth Allied Forces, two groups of ninja radiating powerful auras were also searching for Fugaku.

They were the commanders of the Iwagakure and Sunagakure forces in the alliance.

"Senior Chiyo, we haven't found any trace of him."

Chiyo frowned. Despite the successive explosions and deaths, their attacker had revealed nothing of himself. As Sunagakure's commander, she was renowned throughout the Shinobi World for her mastery of the Puppet Technique.

Chiyo had been a ninja since before Sunagakure was founded, yet even she had never encountered a situation like this.

"Send word to every reconnaissance squad. Have them search again, carefully. As long as he's a ninja, he'll leave some trace when he attacks."

"Yes."

Iwagakure's commander was Nakagawa, a tall ninja who had been among the senior officials responsible for the village's security when Fugaku infiltrated it.

At that moment, anger burned in him as well.

A year ago, after the Four-Tails went berserk and the warehouse outside the village was blown up, a furious Ōnoki had stripped him of his post. Ozawaki, who had been in charge of guarding the warehouse, had managed to gravely wound Fugaku Uchiha but had also been demoted. That had eased Nakagawa's anger somewhat.

Years of war, compounded by Orochimaru's repeated surprise attacks, had cost Iwagakure many of its elite ninja. That was why Nakagawa had been appointed a commander of the Allied Forces.

Standing on a rock, he swept his gaze over the surroundings. The scene before him was strikingly similar to the scroll's depiction of Ozawaki's destroyed warehouse.

Could it be Fugaku Uchiha again?