Just moments ago, one of the village's elite patrol squads had been wiped out without a sound, unable to send even a single distress signal.
Everyone had seen it clearly.
Bizarre, unknown-there was no way to gauge their opponent's strength!
Before the suffocating tension could ease, an ear-splitting roar suddenly tore through the distant sky!
Several figures wrapped in savage lightning split the clouds and raced toward them!
The Fifth Raikage himself was leading them!
He wore a Kumogakure Flak Jacket, fierce, overwhelming lightning chakra surging around him, with a group of battle-hardened Kumogakure Anbu following behind.
Every one of these elites radiated murderous intent. Their savage Lightning Release aura erupted, forcibly suppressing the panic on the battlefield.
The instant his feet touched the ground, the Fifth Raikage fixed his blade-sharp gaze on the red-haired elder in the air.
At the sight of the crimson chains flickering around his opponent, the Raikage's expression turned utterly grim.
Having lived for most of a lifetime, he naturally recognized the Uzumaki Clan and knew of Kumogakure's involvement in the siege of Uzushiogakure all those years ago.
But so many years had passed, and everyone who had taken part had long since died.
In his eyes, those old grudges had long since scattered on the wind. There was no reason to keep clinging to them.
Lightning crackled around the Fifth Raikage as he spoke forcefully, his voice booming like a bell with the absolute authority of a village's Kage.
"Elder of the Uzumaki, though we have never met!"
"I know you are a survivor of the Uzumaki Clan, and I understand the grievances of the past."
"But the past is behind us. Today, you trespassed on Kumogakure territory and slaughtered our ninja at will. You have violated the rules of the entire shinobi world!"