That day, the Flying Combat Unit returned to the skies above the Town. This time, however, they dropped no dangerous projectiles, but special, harmless ones that would threaten no lives and merely let people get some proper rest.
Although past experience had shown that Konoha's Flying Combat Unit would not dare drop explosives among civilians, the Daimyo Mansion Army remained terrified. Konoha Ninja Village still held to its principles, but no one knew when those principles might be broken. When that happened, disaster would follow.
As far as the Daimyo Mansion Army was concerned, what happened to the civilians did not matter, so long as they themselves were not dragged into it. Whenever they had time to complain, they silently cursed their superiors for bringing them here to fight Konoha Ninja Village.
Suddenly, the defenders on the walls spotted the Flying Combat Unit dropping a dense shower of objects. They trembled in terror. The earlier, unrelenting explosions had left a deep impression on them. Anyone caught in those blasts would either die on the spot or perish in the agony of burning.
The civilians forced to stand on the walls as hostages also shook with fear. They could not tell what the Flying Combat Unit had dropped. All they could think of were the fiery explosions they had seen in the Town earlier. Their minds went blank, and they felt certain they might die right there.
Yet when that dense shower of projectiles burst, what emerged was not the terrifyingly familiar blaze, but clouds of smoke in various colors.
Before the defenders on the walls could process what had happened, they instinctively tried to dodge. But the smoke quickly engulfed the entire wall. For a moment, they did not understand what it was, their bodies taut with tension. By the