"Then let's go, we'll talk more when we get back."
Hayama couldn't help but click his tongue as he looked at the devastated battlefield before him.
"Tsk, you guys really fought intensely."
"It was alright, a full harvest."
As Ren spoke, he quickly walked to Suikazan Fuguki's corpse, skillfully took out a scroll from his Pocket and sealed the body. Then, he turned around, hoisted Samehada onto his shoulder, and nodded to the others.
"I need to pursue those guys. I'll try to stop them all before they escape the Land of Fire. You guys head back first."
"You just fought. Will you be alright?"
Hayama frowned slightly, looking at Ren with some hesitation.
"Don't worry, you still don't trust my strength?"
After Ren finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Ryufeng, who had been silent, and nodded.
"Let's go, Ryufeng, we'll take care of those three guys."
"Mm."
Ryufeng nodded, then turned to the several others who also had Sharingan activated and instructed them.
"You guys go back to the camp with Jonin Hayama. I'll be back soon."
"Yes!"
Seeing that Ryufeng had made arrangements, Ren waved to Hayama in the distance, then turned and rushed into the distance with Ryufeng, his voice drifting back.
"We're off, Hayama! We'll be back soon!"
"…"
Hayama, still conflicted, twitched his lips slightly, watching their retreating figures. He was about to say something but ultimately sighed helplessly.
"Let's go, back to camp."
He knew Ryufeng's strength; he had already killed a Jonin when he had two Tomoe. After activating three Tomoe, Hayama estimated that he probably wouldn't be a match either. As for Ren, there was no need to even mention him. The battle scene alone showed how fierce the previous fight had been.
When they arrived, only three of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist from the intel remained, so the fate of the other four was self-evident.
Thinking of this, Hayama couldn't help but feel melancholic. Even though he was the oldest of the three, his strength was the weakest. This feeling was truly unpleasant.
Meanwhile, Ren and Ryufeng, who had been tracking the group's movements, now stood at the edge of a cliff, looking dejectedly at the vast, boundless sea before them.
"Damn it, how did those guys run so fast?"
Ren couldn't help but curse under his breath. He truly hadn't expected that even with them traveling at their fastest, the three still managed to escape. It was a pity about those three Ninja Swords; he was quite interested in them.
"Why are you so fixated on those three people?"
Ryufeng slightly turned his head, looking at Ren's displeased expression, and couldn't help but ask.
"It's not about them."
Ren took two steps forward and sat down, placing Samehada beside him. He looked at the calm sea before him and said, somewhat unwillingly,
"I'm fixated on the remaining Ninja Swords. They're completely wasted in those guys' hands."
After using them twice, he realized that these Ninja Swords could unleash greater power in his hands. Guys like Munashi Jinpachi, who were no different from ordinary Jonin without their Ninja Swords, holding them was simply a waste of resources.
"Don't forget, the Hidden Mist Village has the Scroll of Summoning Ninja Blades for those swords. Even if you get them, they'll be Summoned back."
Ryufeng stood by, arms crossed, reminding him.
"You didn't say anything, I almost forgot."
It was only when Ryufeng mentioned it that Ren realized sealing those Ninja Swords into scrolls was useless; they would all be Summoned back later. Wouldn't he have collected them for nothing?
Thinking of this, Ren suddenly stood up, gritting his teeth as he looked into the distance.
No, how could he return something he had painstakingly collected? Plus, his Three-Tails had already been exposed, so there was no need to hide anymore. ninja sword scroll, huh…
Ren abruptly turned his head, looking at Ryufeng with a serious expression, and said sternly,
"Ryufeng, we're going to pull off something big. Are you in?"
"Huh?"
Ryufeng was startled for a moment, then recalled their previous conversation, and his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"You're not thinking of…?"
Ren didn't speak, only raised Samehada, smiling as he looked at Ryufeng, who immediately understood his meaning.
"…Let me send a message to Hayama first."
Ryufeng, somewhat helplessly, put his hand into his mouth and bit it, then began to form hand signs.
"Summoning Technique!"
As a puff of white smoke erupted, an eagle flapped its wings and soared out of the smoke into the sky. After circling once, it returned and landed on Ryufeng's arm.
Ryufeng took out a storage scroll from his person, retrieved paper and a pen, then tied them to the eagle's leg, and released it.
Watching the eagle turn into a black speck and disappear into the horizon, Ryufeng turned and nodded to Ren.
"Let's go."
"You really are thoughtful!"
Ren's eyes immediately lit up. He turned and pulled the reluctant Ryufeng down the cliff. Once they reached the beach, the two didn't hesitate, directly walking on water. With Chakra, even tall mountains and vast seas were like flat ground.
They both had plenty of Chakra, but running directly to the Land of Water was unrealistic. So, the two first went to the Land of Waves, then casually found and dealt with a Hidden Mist squad to extract information.
After an intense battle, three figures stood there. Besides Ren and Ryufeng, there was a man wearing Hidden Mist Jonin attire. His eyes were blank as he stared into the blood-red eyes before him, his lips unconsciously opening and closing, revealing information about his Village.
"That's all…"
As soon as the man finished speaking, a cold glint flashed. The intense pain made the man snap out of his stupor. He clutched his neck with both hands, looking at the two with hatred, then fell unwillingly.
"Let's go, no time to waste."
Ryufeng squatted down, wiped his Kunai on the opponent's clothes twice to remove the blood, then stood up and said softly to Ren.
"Okay."
Ren nodded slightly, then the two turned and darted into the distance.
Through that Hidden Mist Jonin, they had gained a lot of information, such as the fact that Biwa Jūzō and the other two had returned to their main camp stationed in the Land of Waves.
However, Ren didn't care about this. Anyway, once he got the Scroll of Summoning Ninja Blades, he could just Summon those three back, saving time and effort.
Night fell in the Land of Water.
Two figures were moving swiftly through the mist-shrouded forest. The hazy fog did not affect their movements at all; on the contrary, both their faces showed a relaxed and carefree expression.
"Hm?"
Ren, who was slightly ahead of Ryufeng, suddenly narrowed his eyes, then quickly stopped and looked to the side, speaking out.
"Ryufeng, stop for a moment."
"What's going on?"
Ryufeng leaped onto a tree trunk next to Ren and said in a deep voice.
"I detected a large amount of Chakra fluctuation ahead, about thirty people."
"Should we go around them then?"
Ryufeng pondered for a moment before speaking.
After all, their goal wasn't to fight their way in, but to infiltrate and then fight their way out.
After pondering for a moment, Ren decided to go and check. To avoid being discovered, Ren directly Summoned Number One, and both of them spread their wings.
Under Ryufeng's astonished gaze, the two of them, one on each side, clamped his arms. In a few breaths, they ascended into the sky.
"Let's go, let's go, let's take a look."
The three of them flew forward at a constant speed at a height of a hundred meters. A few minutes later, hovering in the air, they clearly saw the situation below and their expressions immediately hardened.
Ryufeng opened his Sharingan, the three Tomoe slowly rotating in his eyes, and he murmured,
"A valley."