Chapter 227:
The sky stretched wide and blue, like an endless sheet of pristine paper. A few thin clouds drifted lazily, their edges softened by the sunlight.
Suddenly, tiny black dots appeared on the horizon, hovering over the tranquil sea.
At first, they were too far away to discern clearly, their details obscured by distance. However, it quickly became apparent that they were moving—flying, in fact—and approaching at a remarkable speed.
Within moments, their outlines became visible.
They weren't ships or birds, they were people.
Fourteen individuals in total, soaring through the air.
Leading the group was a diminutive old man draped in a red scarf and wearing a green-striped vest. Beside him was a broad, muscular man in a khaki uniform. Behind the two were twelve subordinates, all clad in the attire of elite Iwa ninjas.
The sight of fourteen people flying together through the sky was nothing short of spectacular.
"Unbelievable," one Kumo ninja muttered from the ship below, his voice tinged with awe.