vncnus Chapter 467 The Team That Travels with the Wind
Chapter 467 The Team That Travels with the Wind
Yeah...
Kirabi's murmurs were carried away by the wind, so faint that no one could hear them.
He leaned against the damp tent frame, the messy handwriting on his notebook dampened by a drop of water falling from the eaves, blurring the ink into a small patch.
The tent curtain was suddenly flung open.
The Fourth Raikage, Ai, was as tall as a lion awakening, stepping out of the shadows.
His white cloak, a symbol of shadow, was stained with mud, and his strong muscles were taut beneath the soaked fabric. With each step, he splashed mud everywhere, as if he wanted to crush the humiliating land beneath his feet.
Behind him stood the one-eyed Tsuchishiro, and several of the few remaining high-ranking members of the Hidden Cloud Village.
On each of their faces was a mixture of exhaustion, numbness, and a faint glimmer of light that had been forcibly ignited but had not yet fully burned.
Ai didn't look at his younger brother; his gaze went beyond the muddy camp and was fixed on the distant horizon.
There, a neat expanse of green is approaching.
It was not a scattered army that had regrouped after a defeat, nor a remnant force struggling through a quagmire.
It was a torrent, a steel torrent that still maintained its sharp edge even in the dim light that tore through the rain curtain.
Their speed was astonishing; the distance between each step seemed to have been measured with a ruler. The formation of a hundred people moved forward without making a single extraneous sound, only the sound of their uniform footsteps, steady and powerful, striking the hearts of every Cloud Village ninja.
Their green vests stood out starkly against the gloomy background, so new that not a speck of mud clung to them. This contrasted sharply with the tattered, blood-soaked, and mud-covered gray combat uniforms of the Cloud Village ninjas, creating a stark and jarring effect.
Exhausted, yet composed in the face of adversity.
Chaos versus order.
The defeated army faced the royal army.
Ai's breathing became heavy, and his chest heaved violently.
He recognized the green vest and the bright red swirl logo on it.
That was the color that swallowed his father and the glory of Kumogakure on the sea surface of the Land of Whirlpools.
The flames of hatred raged within him, threatening to scorch his reason.
But when his gaze swept over those young faces, the blazing fire was momentarily dampened by a sudden chill.
The blond young man at the front of the line looked even a few years younger than himself.
His smile was as gentle as the rising sun after the rain, but his azure eyes held a depth and confidence beyond his years.
Behind him, a black-haired youth stood with a cold expression, the Uchiha clan's fan emblem prominently displayed on his back.
It naturally exudes a sense of oppression that makes people afraid to look directly at it.
On one side of the group, there were two guys wearing green bodysuits, one giving the other a thumbs-up, their teeth gleaming in the dim light, their bodies burning with an inexplicable aura of hot-bloodedness.
Each of them exuded a powerful aura that even Raikage A felt a chill run down his spine.
Finally, the green torrent stopped a hundred meters away from the Cloud Hidden Camp.
The hundreds of ninjas obeyed orders without hesitation, standing still almost simultaneously, and then quickly forming an impeccable defensive formation.
The chilling aura emanating from the elite troops swept over them, causing many of the already nervous Cloud Village ninjas to instinctively take a step back.
The blond youth at the head of the group took a few steps forward, his smile unchanged.
"Nice to meet you, Fourth Raikage."
The sound was clear and gentle, yet carried an undeniable power, penetrating the breeze and reaching everyone's ears clearly.
"I am Minato Namikaze, the commander-in-chief of the Konoha Peacekeeping Force."
He smiled and extended his right hand toward Ai, whose face was covered in frost.
"We are here to fulfill our alliance and to stop the war."
Ai stared intently at the hand.
It was a clean, slender hand, the hand of a genius. It had no calluses, no scars, yet it seemed to contain a power capable of easily influencing the entire ninja world.
Fulfilling the covenant?
Stop the war?
To Ai, every word in these phrases sounded like a sarcastic remark.
The Fourth Raikage recalled his father's death, the compatriots who had turned to ashes in the Dust Release technique, and how he had set aside his dignity to send a plea for help to the village of his father's killer in the name of the Raikage.
Anger and humiliation intertwined, coursing through his veins.
No.
Behind him lay a village riddled with holes, and countless eyes waiting in despair for a glimmer of hope.
As a shadow, one no longer has the right to be controlled by one's own emotions.
His heavy, leaden legs finally took a step forward.
The Fourth Raikage, Ai, stepped forward and extended his right hand as well.
His palms were rough, large, and covered with scars.
Two hands clasped together amidst countless complex gazes.
"...Nice to meet you."
Ai squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, each syllable sounding as if she had used all her strength.
"I am the Fourth Raikage of Kumogakure."
Minato Namikaze nodded, seemingly unaware of the hostility in the other's words and the force that nearly crushed his hand bones.
She was still smiling, and that composed smile made Ai feel a surge of deep-seated irritation.