And so, Yechen naturally became one of the ninja stationed at the western highland outpost.
Over the next few days, they did encounter several Rock Ninja infiltration squads. Fighting was inevitable, but with his strength, the outcome went without saying. However many came, he killed them all, not sparing a single one.
Seven days passed, during which they encountered five infiltration squads. Yechen alone killed four Special Jōnin and two Chunin.
That day, Yechen was patrolling the western mountain camp as usual.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and stopped.
"What is it, Captain Yechen?"
Seeing this, one of his team members asked.
Yechen raised a hand to signal them to stay quiet, then called toward the woods on the left.
"Come on out, all of you. Hiding is no fun. There are snakes in those woods, so watch out for bites."
"What?"
At his words, his six Chunin subordinates immediately drew their kunai and stared intently to the left.
Yet a minute passed without any movement there.
Just as his six subordinates began to think Yechen had sensed wrong, applause rang out from the woods.
An unsettling laugh followed, along with a series of footsteps.
"Hahaha! As expected of Yechen of the Flame Demon Sharingan. Your senses really are sharp!"
As the speaker talked, a figure appeared ten meters away from Yechen.
His body was shriveled and his clothes were ragged. Though he was smiling, his face looked deeply unnatural, the smile never reaching beyond his skin, as though he were a stiff corpse.
And he was not the only one. The several figures behind him were all the same, without the slightest trace of life about them.
That was precisely why the Chunin had failed to sense anyone approaching.
Only Yechen, with his powerful spiritual strength, had detected