But one man acted strangely.
His face looked grim, yet a flicker of resolve crossed it.
Instead of fleeing, he pulled a signal flare from the Ninja Tool Pouch behind him and fired it into the sky.
Red smoke traced a long streak across the sky and lingered there.
Then he gave a bitter chuckle and told the ninjas beside him, "Run. You might make it out alive. Or... you might just die a little later."
The two Sand Ninja exchanged bewildered looks. What was going on?
Why was their leader telling them to run? Why had he fired a signal flare?
Running was one thing, but why start fleeing before they even knew the enemy's name?
And why did he say they couldn't get away?
They had so many people, while the other side had only five. If they scattered, surely some of them would escape?
What was this supposed to mean?
The two Sand Ninja did not run. Instead, they stayed with their leader to face Uchiha Yin, giving the others a better chance to escape.
"You two aren't bad. And you—have you recognized me?" Uchiha Yin said with a smile.
Uchiha Yin closed his hand around empty air, and an extraordinary blaze of lightning appeared in his palm.
It seemed to tear open the gloomy sky, carving a dazzling silver streak through the air.
Lightning split the heavens with a deafening crack, as though it would rip the world apart.
Boom! Boom!
Lightning streaked across the sky, then descended like divine punishment.
Uchiha Yin flicked his hand. Countless bolts flashed, followed by the sound of bodies being pierced again and again.
Every Sand Ninja died except the three standing before Uchiha Yin.
Strong!
So strong!
Cold sweat began to bead on their skin.
Only then did the