A Ragtag Outfit

The first wave of Explosive Stones had already shattered the bounty hunters' morale.

"Run!"

One bounty hunter, his arm blown off, shouted as he fled. He had barely gotten anywhere when a warrior caught up and kicked him to the ground.

"D-don't move! Move again and I'll... I'll kill you!"

It was clearly the warrior's first time on a battlefield. He even stammered as he shouted, and his warning carried little force.

The bounty hunter struggled to his feet anyway, trying to escape.

The warrior steeled himself and drove his spear into the hunter's back. Blood gushed out. With a scream, the hunter collapsed and stopped breathing.

Having killed someone for the first time, the warrior felt his stomach clench and began to retch.

They came to destroy the village. They deserved to die.

He repeated those words to himself. His gaze gradually steadied, and his grip on the spear tightened.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and charged at the next enemy.

The one-eyed hunter watched the soldiers pour out and his companions flee for their lives. He had good stamina and soon left the others behind.

I don't have to outrun the enemy. I just have to outrun my companions. Let that cannon fodder hold them up, and I'll make it back alive.

Just as he thought he was in the clear, Yuka appeared like a ghost on the battlefield. In a few swift movements, she blocked his path.

The one-eyed hunter thought nothing of her. He and his companions had hunted lone ninjas before.

To him, ninjas were ordinary people who could use a few Ninjutsu techniques. Once he figured out their patterns and waited for them to exhaust their Chakra, they were lambs to the slaughter.

So when he saw that the person blocking his