Surrounded-or Turning the Tables

Once they decided to deal with the Kumogakure squad ahead, the six Konoha Ninja wasted no more time. They all picked up speed and charged forward.

Wind rushed past their ears. In moments, they caught up with the two squads ahead, one pursuing and the other fleeing.

Tsukimi landed steadily on a tree trunk. He swept his gaze over the six people opposite him and formed Hand Seals. Shadows across the ground and tree trunks began to churn wildly.

Pitch-black figures rose one after another, silently filling the battlefield and surrounding the six Ninja.

As the encirclement took shape, Obito and Asuma looked thrilled. After days of having their kills stolen, they finally had a chance to let out their frustration.

They exchanged a glance and stepped to the front, both radiating confidence.

The Two Tomoe in Obito's eyes slowly turned. His Sharingan locked onto the three Kumogakure Ninja as he called out boldly.

"Heh. I declare you surrounded! Surrender while you can, or I won't be so nice when I make my move!"

Asuma played with his Flying Swallow blades, his gaze carrying a hint of mockery as he joined in.

"What's so impressive about bullying Small Shinobi Villages? You ran into us Konoha Ninja today, and that's the end of your swagger!"

Asuma then turned toward the trembling Yugakure squad ahead and reassured them with a smile.

"Don't worry. With us here, Kumogakure won't be causing any trouble. Wait off to the side. Once we're done, we'll get you the Scrolls you need to pass the exam."

Obito nodded at once. "That's right! Leave it to us!"

They brimmed with confidence. In their eyes, this Kumogakure squad was already a victory in the bag.

Tsukimi had stolen their kills every time before. This time, they would watch out