Chapter 122
"Well, Captain, get some rest." Uchiha Yan tugged on Uchiha Huo’s sleeve, pulling him away just as he was about to say more. They stepped out of the tent together.
"See? You still don’t believe me! How could something that everyone in the camp saw be fake?"
Saitama, who was just about to go out and wash up, heard Uchiha Huo complaining to his brother outside. He rubbed his forehead in frustration.
I’m still just a kid! I swear, I’m going to blow the heads off those gossiping shinobi...
Saitama mentally pictured the group of ninja who’d been nearby earlier when he walked off with Shizune. He resolved to have a little "chat" with them later.
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Meanwhile...
The Hidden Mist had deployed heavy forces along the border with the Land of Bears, and Konoha was preparing for a full-scale confrontation.
Among all the great ninja villages, it was Konoha that held the deepest foundation. Despite fighting on multiple fronts—against several of the other major villages—Konoha still held the upper hand.
The battles between Konoha and Kirigakure had used the borderlands as their staging ground. Over the past two months, there had been over a hundred skirmishes, with casualties on both sides. Mist held the advantage in numbers, but Konoha’s shinobi demonstrated superior skill and coordination. The tide of battle shifted back and forth daily—an endless exchange of blows, ambushes, and reprisals.
One day, Mist launched a surprise attack. The next, Konoha retaliated with an assault of their own. It was a deadly tug-of-war.
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