For now, Hyuga Akira could only leave his hopes with Machi.
Machi was on the Iwa Ninja Battlefield, posing as an obscure little Genin.
"This really is an intense war." Standing among her squad, Machi watched the battles raging around them.
War never disappeared, no matter where one went. Even in the Hunter World, it had been commonplace.
"Machi, I like you," the Shinobi leading them suddenly said, turning back toward her.
"Sorry, I don't like you," Machi said expressionlessly.
People in this world really did have such intense emotions.
The Shinobi leading them looked dejected. He was their squad's Chunin leader, while Machi played an ordinary Shinobi with unremarkable strength who knew only the Three Body Technique.
"It's nice to be young," the old man carrying a black pot on his back said with a chuckle.
Machi glanced at him.
Maruboshi Kosuke.
He was clearly just a Genin, yet Machi felt a great sense of danger from him. If they fought, her chances of winning would be slim.
According to Hyuga Akira, with her Nen Ability and chakra traits, she was now at the level of an Elite Jonin, qualified even to wield a Ninja Blade in Kirigakure.
Yet facing this old man, she felt that her strength still fell short.
Especially with that enormous amount of chakra inside him.
Was this old man really a Genin?
Even Jonin did not have such enormous amounts of chakra.
"Now isn't the time to talk about that." Machi looked toward the Iwa Ninja squad charging at them from afar.
"Get ready to fight first."
Only then did the Chunin leading them pull himself together. He had thought that if his confession succeeded, he would not mind dying here.
He had never expected to fail again.
Facing the approaching enemies, the