Chapter 367: Wild Animals
The journey from the Lightning Country to the Earth Country was long. It was five days of walking, navigating rough terrain, crossing rivers, and pushing through dense forests.
Most of the time, they moved in silence, with each person lost in their thoughts. Arthur himself kept his Tamashii active at all times to anticipate what might be waiting for them.
His team was patient, and he didn't overlook their discipline.
When they finally approached the border, Arthur could see it clearly now: a faint line drawn across the landscape. Beyond it, the terrain became rougher.
Atsui scratched his head and looked around. "I wonder where we start."
"Over there," Arthur said, pointing toward the west.
When they looked, they all saw a plume of smoke rising into the sky. It was a dark, twisting pillar in the distance. It suggested something serious—probably a battle.
"Good idea," Samui said, narrowing her eyes.
Without wasting time, the team moved toward the source of the smoke. They arrived to find destruction. The ground was scarred with craters, torn earth, and scorched patches.
More than a few bodies lay sprawled across the battlefield—fallen ninjas from both the Cloud and the Stone villages. Their flak jackets, bloodstained and torn, told that a fierce battle had taken place.
Darui approached one of the bodies, knelt beside it, and scanned the fallen ninja's gear. No mistake—these were indeed Cloud and Stone ninjas.