The mountain wind rustled, sweeping up fallen leaves. Silently, countless Warring States Period ninja surrounded the two of them.
"No other Uchiha are by your side, yet you dare to run across the battlefield with only a child? That will be your greatest mistake, and there will be absolutely no room for maneuver, Uchiha Nameless."
Looking around, there was a sea of people. At least a thousand ninja had gathered here.
To keep Uchiha Hikari in her arms, the Senju Clan had dispatched at least half of its elite forces, while the Sarutobi Clan had also given their full support.
"Can't we sit down and have a proper talk? We have no intention of getting involved in the battlefield. Just let us leave, and we'll never appear in a war again. Or how about I name a price?"
Huayue called out brightly, an utterly harmless smile on his face as he waited for their reply.
"What a joke! So many of our Senju Clan died on the battlefield at Uchiha Nameless's hands, and now that you're surrounded, you think of begging for mercy? Keep dreaming."
"Kill her, and that Uchiha brat too! Hang their corpses before our clan graves, so our brothers resting in the Pure Land will have no regrets!"
"Little brother, watch carefully. I'll avenge your hatred for you..."
Huayue's mouth twitched. The Senju Clan before them clearly had no intention of giving them a chance to sit down and talk, while the Sarutobi ninja beside them stepped forward and formed hand seals.
Wasn't "absolutely no room for maneuver" supposed to mean anything could be negotiated for money? Why did this script feel a little off?
"No choice. Tactical retreat!"
A pitch-black skeletal frame flashed into existence and vanished. Pitch-black magatama carrying Flying Raijin Kunai shot into the