In spring, the cemetery around the Memorial Stone was filled with an eerie frenzy.
Qingyan and Longkuan hurried along.
The situation was far too dangerous. Though they had only breached the barrier around the Princess Mausoleum a short while ago, it felt as though a lifetime had passed.
Thorns bearing blood-red roses desperately blocked their escape, refusing to relent until every last one of them was dead. Everyone stared in stunned disbelief.
Even Qingyan's rock-hard, resolute face betrayed intense fear and unease.
These men were veterans of countless battles, but everything they had seen and heard today shattered the confidence their extensive experience had given them.
Faint rustling continued all around them. The thorns had completely destroyed the path they had taken, leaving them unable to tell which way to go.
The thorns assaulted them viciously, and Qingyan's group kept unleashing ninjutsu to shatter them.
Screams mingled with the sound of splintering thorns.
Despair welled up in everyone's hearts.
Suddenly, a strange wind swept through.
A blue glow seemed to shroud the sky above the secluded Memorial Stone cemetery.
"Water Release: Water Dragon Biting Explosion!"
An enormous whirlpool descended from the sky, sweeping away the thorns around the group. The rising water gathered into a massive wave shaped like a water dragon, violently driving the thorns "pursuing" them from behind back to where they had come from.
Tobirama Senju's face remained expressionless as he barked, "Go!"
Only then did Qingyan, Longkuan, and the others snap out of their daze. They picked up speed and fled the Memorial Stone, which had become a hell of thorns.
Dressed in clothing specially made by the Senju Clan many years ago, Tobirama Senju watched the rampaging thorns with a grave expression.
The Senju brothers had not set foot in the Princess Mausoleum for more