"Excellent!"
"Finally, we're going to battle again!"
Shiratori Rin couldn't contain his excitement.
Although the battlefield was fraught with danger, for him, it was a place of great nourishment!
As the saying goes, how can you catch tiger cubs without entering the tiger's den?
For the sake of emotional value, what's a battlefield?
Shiratori Rin began to pack his belongings for the battlefield in his single apartment.
Ninja tools must be fully prepared: Kunai, shurikens, senbon, steel wire, smoke bombs, explosive tags, poison, antidote, long sword, armor…
After Shiratori Rin had packed everything, he lay on the bed, stretched contentedly, and casually placed his hands behind his head.
Shiratori Rin closed his eyes, waiting for the next day to arrive.
...
Knock knock knock—
The door was knocked.
Shiratori Rin on the bed opened his eyes.
His System alarm hadn't gone off yet, which meant it wasn't even five in the morning.
Shiratori Rin jumped out of bed, got ready, and opened the door.
Senba Suzume appeared before him.
"Ready to depart."
Senba Suzume was concise.
Shiratori Rin was shocked, "So fast!"
But isn't war all about seizing the initiative?
Shiratori Rin nodded seriously: "I'm ready!"
Senba Suzume turned: "Follow me."
Shiratori Rin's hand, closing the door, suddenly paused.
Noticing that Shiratori Rin hadn't followed, Senba Suzume turned to look at him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Before Senba Suzume could ask, Shiratori Rin immediately ducked into the room, and when he reappeared, a broom was on his back.
Senba Suzume: "..."
The door closed, and Shiratori Rin breathed a sigh of relief; now he had everything.
Shiratori Rin followed beside Senba Suzume, vaguely excited.
Senba Suzume's peripheral vision constantly fell on the broom on Shiratori Rin's back.
He hesitated for a long time, finally unable to resist asking midway: "Why bring a broom? When going to the battlefield, it's best to keep everything simple."
Shiratori Rin touched the broom behind him: "It's not an ordinary broom."
"It's the broom from Wang Wei's poem~"
"..."
Shiratori Rin was too lazy to bother with the System.
The System was dedicated to not letting any pun fall to the ground every day.
Senba Suzume looked left and right but really couldn't see any difference between this broom and an ordinary broom.
"Brother Qianyu will know then!"
Shiratori Rin mysteriously winked at Senba Suzume.
Led by Senba Suzume, Shiratori Rin got closer and closer to the Iron Tower in Amegakure.
Rainwater continuously washed over the Iron Tower of Amegakure.
On the flat ground beneath the Iron Tower, muddy water splashed.
Thousands of Rain Ninja stood silently in formation.
They wore dark Ninja uniforms, with armor on their chests and arms, reflecting a cold glint in the dim light.
The rain wet their hair and clothes, and they pressed their lips together, their eyes sharp.
A murderous aura condensed, overpowering the continuous sound of rain.
In front of the neat Ninja ranks, Hanzou's figure was particularly conspicuous.
He was fully armored, his iconic gas mask perfectly fastened to his face, his pupils deep, looking straight ahead.
His unwavering gaze suddenly shifted, looking towards Shiratori Rin and Senba Suzume.
"Teacher!"
Shiratori Rin quickly walked towards Hanzou.
He stood beside Hanzou.
Senba Suzume, like a shadow, stood silently behind Hanzou.
Hanzou looked down at Shiratori Rin: "Are you scared?"
Shiratori Rin shook his head without hesitation: "No!"
Hanzou indeed saw no fear in Shiratori Rin's eyes; he only saw excitement and eagerness.
Hanzou tightened his grip on the chain scythe in his hand; the huge weapon seemed weightless in his grasp.
"Good!"
As expected of his disciple, Hanzou!
Hanzou's gaze fell on the Rain Ninja, and his voice, coming through the mask, carried an undeniable authority, overpowering the sound of wind and rain, clearly echoing above the heads of all Rain Ninja.
"The Land of Wind is insatiably greedy, attempting to treat our Land of Rain as their backyard!"
"They view our desire for peace as weakness and something to be bullied!"
Hanzou paused, his cold gaze sweeping over the steel-like ranks below.
Wherever his gaze fell, the Rain Ninja subconsciously straightened their backs and tightened their grip on their weapons.
"Today, we are not silent under the rain!"
"Today, we respond to provocation with weapons!"
"Today, we declare our boundaries with war!"
The strong wind whipped up rain, lashing at the faces and bodies of the Rain Ninja.
Their eyes burned as they stared at Hanzou, their breathing ragged.
"For the dignity of the Land of Rain! For the future of the Land of Rain!"
"Depart!"
Hanzou let out a roar.
The Rain Ninja's figures flashed.
Like a black torrent, they rushed towards the border where the Land of Rain and the Land of Wind met.
Hanzou said to Shiratori Rin: "Your first challenge is to keep up with our speed."
After speaking, his figure, in a few leaps, had already reached the front of the team.
Shiratori Rin looked at the broom behind him, then at Hanzou in front.
Forget it, it's better not to use the cheat for now, lest Hanzou gets enraged later.
Shiratori Rin chased after Hanzou.
Hanzou watched Shiratori Rin appear beside him; catching up to him wasn't difficult, he knew Shiratori Rin was fast, but the challenge was maintaining that speed consistently.
The rain did not stop the whole way, instead becoming more intense midway, the cold rain mercilessly lashing at everyone.
The road quickly turned into a muddy swamp, but it did not affect the Ninja's speed.
The Rain Ninja were already accustomed to the weather in the Land of Rain.
Hanzou was at the very front of the team, his steps steady and his speed extremely fast.
His peripheral vision occasionally fell on Shiratori Rin beside him.
Even now, Shiratori Rin had not fallen behind.
The Rain Ninja maintained astonishing discipline in the harsh environment.
No one complained; different types of Ninja performed their respective duties.
Shiratori Rin took out the broom from behind him.
Hanzou saw his action, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
"Teacher, I can scout the way for everyone."
Shiratori Rin said to Hanzou.
Hanzou glanced at Shiratori Rin: "There are sensory Ninja."
"I can see further and more accurately."
Shiratori Rin got on his broom.
And soared into the sky.
"Harry Potter flying on a broom~"
Hanzou stopped, looking in shock at Shiratori Rin flying high in the sky.
The Rain Ninja also all looked up, their mouths agape, the murderous aura instantly dissipating completely.
"So cool!"
Shiratori Rin excitedly patted the broom, "This is much more comfortable than traveling on foot!"
He slowly descended, floating in front of Hanzou.
Hanzou stared at Shiratori Rin's broom: "What kind of Ninjutsu is this?"
Shiratori Rin opened his mouth and uttered a perfect lie: "This isn't Ninjutsu! It's a curse!"
"A curse?"
Hanzou looked at the broom in confusion.
Is there really a curse in this shape?