More than half a year had passed since the Third Shinobi World War began.
That day, several figures suddenly flashed past outside Konoha, hurrying straight toward the village entrance.
"A Genin? What's wrong with being a Genin?"
"But I'm already a Chunin!"
Almost as he voiced his complaint, a sturdily built boy in green suddenly stopped, his expression full of dissatisfaction.
A companion beside him stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and earnestly said, "Don't think that way. Genin or Chunin doesn't matter. What matters is that he's your father and our comrade."
He had been a ninja for decades, yet he couldn't learn ninjutsu and understood even less about genjutsu.
Even the taijutsu he constantly talked about was nothing more than a slogan.
"Guy, quiet!"
Just then, a man wearing black-framed sunglasses beside Might Guy suddenly looked toward the dense woods ahead with a grave expression.
"I smell blood. Be careful."
"Blood?"
Might Guy took a few steps forward, his expression instantly turning wary.
They were already close to Konoha, and ever since the Third Shinobi World War began, members of the Uchiha Clan's Police Force had been guarding the area outside the village. If blood had been spilled here, there could only be one reason...
With a piercing whistle, before Guy could think further, a slender blade shot toward him like a long needle, cutting through the air and leaving a bloody cut across his cheek.
"On guard! Enemy ambush!"
Might Guy's squad was responsible for carrying intelligence to and from the front in the Land of Rain. Seeing the steel wire trailing behind the long blade beside him, Might Guy hurriedly jumped back, discreetly securing the scroll at his waist.
"Just a bunch of Chunin."
A somewhat deep voice came from the woods, and the long blade suddenly