The Sarutobi Clan's commander also breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Iwagakure's attacks had not stopped at all during this time.
He had not rested at all, either.
He turned to glance at the distant watchtower, knowing this was thanks to the Anbu Ninja codenamed Player.
An enemy who could strike the trenches from that position-even if he traded places with Iwagakure's commander, he would have no good way to deal with someone like that.
Meanwhile, Hyuga Akira was still in the watchtower, trying to pick off the retreating Iwa Ninja with kunai.
This time, they were prepared. He only managed to pick off seven or eight before they quickly withdrew.
If he continued attacking at that distance, the power would drop considerably.
He glanced at the notification scrolling before his eyes.
[Experience: 58153]
That was all the experience he had farmed here: three Jonin, nine Chunin, and over twenty Genin.
"Why are you leaving? Let me farm a hundred thousand first," Hyuga Akira muttered.
But he could only farm Chunin and Genin. The three Jonin had all been severely injured, letting him take advantage.
His ultra-long-range attacks were completely ineffective against the remaining uninjured Jonin.
"Jonin Player, you can come down and rest." Someone called up to Hyuga Akira from below the watchtower.
Hyuga Akira curled his lip. "People are already calling me a Jonin, yet that old geezer Hiruzen Sarutobi still won't promote me to Chunin."
Everything was truly upside down.
He nimbly jumped down from the High Tower. Before him stood a little girl from the Inuzuka Clan with a ponytail.
"Jonin Player." The little Inuzuka girl's face was flushed.
Yet disgust appeared on Hyuga Akira's face.
Why are all the girls who like yours truly little runts like this?!
*I don't like little girls!