Chapter 338: Three Nations, One Battlefield
Just as the shinobi of Umigakure were being pushed back by the overwhelming numbers of Kumogakure ninja, reinforcements suddenly arrived—dozens of figures dressed in black appeared behind them.
But these newcomers weren't dressed in ninja gear. They wore tailored black suits.
Their weapons weren't kunai either—they were sleek, pitch-black pistols.
While deftly dodging the attacks of Kumogakure's shinobi, they fired back with precise bursts from their handguns.
In an instant—
The sound of gunfire, which had just died down not long ago, rang out once more across the city.
"Cipher Pol agents..." Fujin muttered under his breath, a complicated expression flashing across his face.
Most shinobi disliked dealing with these black-suited agents.
And yet, given how outmatched they currently were on every front... they had no choice but to keep their dislike to themselves.
"Who the hell are these guys?!"
On the other side, the Kumogakure ninja were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of so many black-clad agents.