In the mountain hollow.
A group of Konoha ninja cautiously poked their heads out of the trenches.
They watched the man flash constantly from place to place like a streak of light.
Even their eyes could not keep up with his speed.
Under his frenzied slaughter, the Iwagakure ninja in the enemy position fell into disarray and suddenly showed signs of retreating.
The bearded jonin smiled. "See that? That's our Konoha's Yellow Flash!"
"The Yellow Flash?" The chunin beside him belatedly caught on, turning to the bearded jonin in shock. "That man just now was actually..."
"Jonin Minato, the enemy has been quietly moving northwest."
A moment later, a Hyuga Clan ninja responsible for observing the enemy crouched beside Minato, his eyes tightly narrowed as he pushed his Byakugan to its limits.
"Northwest!"
Minato murmured, his gaze searching the map.
"Should we pursue them? They must be trying to circle around this place!"
The bearded jonin beside him had already seen through the enemy's intentions and turned to ask Minato.
"We... probably can't leave here!"
Minato took a deep breath, his tone utterly helpless.
On the battlefield just now, Minato's arrival had immediately allowed the Iwagakure ninja to recognize him.
Almost everyone in the Shinobi World knew the title Yellow Flash.
Some even told their clansmen to flee immediately if they encountered the Yellow Flash.
The Iwagakure ninja were following precisely that principle now.
But with the war underway, they neither fled nor attacked, intent on pinning Minato down here.
A small unit was circling around; whether to surround them or get behind them, either was possible.
The Konoha interception force had already suffered over fifty percent casualties. If Minato left, the Iwagakure ninja facing them would definitely attack immediately.
Then he would be unable to be in two