The atmosphere there was tense, as if the air in the room was also harboring pain and uncertainty.
Every second felt like a heavy burden pressing on their chests, making their breaths labored and difficult.
In that oppressive silence, the sound of their footsteps echoed, filling the quiet space with an unpleasant noise.
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On the other side of the ninja world, news of the attacking group's defeat slowly spread like a raging storm.
At first, the news was just a faint whisper, like shadows that were hard to believe.
People dismissed it as cheap gossip, a story no more than a bad joke in the middle of the night.
But day by day, the whispers grew louder, signs began to emerge.
The ninja forces from the attacking group started to be seen again, walking with unsteady steps through the streets of their respective villages, their bodies cloaked in dull, stained robes.
Those who witnessed the scene stopped and exchanged glances.
Their faces transformed into a mix of astonishment and fear.
Questions began to arise among the market stalls and narrow alleys—was it true that the attacking group from the three great villages had been defeated?
Was the Uzumaki Clan, long considered a mere legend, truly that powerful?
Meanwhile, in the Dark Market, where all the secrets of the ninja world converged and circulated, it became the center of this news dissemination.
Dark traders, spies, and informants whispered and exchanged information in shadowy corners with wary glances.
The Dark Market was not only a den for trading forbidden goods but also a repository of information trusted by many.
When the Dark Market informants confirmed that the attacking group's forces had retreated to their respective villages, a wave of shock swept across the entire ninja world.
People in the streets, in tea houses, in front of their homes, spoke in low voices filled with curiosity and concern.
"Did the Uzumaki Clan really defeat them?"
"If so, then they faced something far greater than imagined."
"Or did the Uzumaki Clan surrender, prompting the attacking group to decide to return?"
There were no definite answers, only news and speculation swirling in a circle of uncertainty.
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After a long, exhausting, and pressure-filled journey, the attacking ninjas from Sunagakure finally arrived.
Their feet stumbled as they entered the village square they had long left behind.
Their weary eyes still held a glimmer of vigilance, but their faces could not hide the wounds and disappointment.
They headed straight to the meeting room in the Kazekage's palace, a large room adorned with paintings of war and historical artifacts.
The chandelier hung heavily above their heads, reflecting a dim glow onto the cold marble floor.
There, the village leaders had been waiting, sitting around a long table with furrowed expressions, full of anxiety and disbelief.
Silence haunted the room for a moment before the Kazekage broke it with a sharp, cold voice:
"Is what you're saying true?"
The man's tone trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief, his gaze piercing like a sword ready to strike.
Daiki, the leader of the attacking group from Sunagakure, stood tall despite his exhaustion.
Daiki's face radiated fatigue, but there was an unquenchable fire of courage in his eyes.
"I am telling the truth, Lord Kazekage!" Daiki replied firmly, holding back the anger and sorrow that burned in his chest.
A commotion erupted.
The leaders exchanged glances, arguing loudly, filled with emotion and disbelief.
They refused to accept the bitter reality: the Uzumaki Clan had now grown into a formidable force capable of subduing three thousand combined ninjas with their deadly Illusion Sealing Jutsu.
In that room, whispers and protests roared, creating an atmosphere of tension that was almost about to explode.
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