Dappled moonlight shone through the gaps between the trees, pointing the way for the group fleeing for their lives. After finding Prince Fumihito of Akishino in the forest cabin, none of them dared let up, and they had fled an unknown distance in one sustained push.
"I can't go on. I... need to rest now..."
Unlike the well-trained agents, the pampered Prince Fumihito of Akishino had exhausted his strength. He braced one hand against a large tree, gasping for breath, his whole body drenched in sweat as though he had just been hauled out of the water.
"Your Highness, we aren't out of danger yet. We have to keep heading down the mountain."
Uchiha Senmon checked the equipment in his hands while warily surveying their surroundings.
The great barrier shrouding Mount Fuji was a vessel for cultivating gu. As the monsters slaughtered and fused with one another, their numbers would dwindle, reducing the chances of running into one.
Relatively speaking, however, the surviving monsters would inevitably be stronger. If a clash broke out, their squad's chances of survival would be slim.
Uchiha Senmon estimated that of the hundred-odd monsters originally on Mount Fuji, perhaps only a dozen or even fewer remained. Time was growing short, and the victor would probably emerge before long. They had to get as far from Mount Fuji's summit as possible before the monsters finally merged into one to ensure their safety.
As for whether the "gu king" ultimately cultivated would be the deity Akatsuki had unsealed and released, Uchiha Senmon had no desire to look into that now.
That was already beyond his capabilities. If the sky fell, taller people could hold it up. Since the Miko from Mount Penglai Island had entered the barrier, she surely would not stand idly by.
Uchiha Senmon now