I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

Upon hearing this, Sakura Haruno was stunned.

She didn't know what to say or how to comfort him.

After all, like Ino, she was only nine years old this year and a third-year student at the Ninja Academy. War was like a huge monster, a huge shadow, and one of the most terrifying things.

She didn't know how to handle it or how to face it.

However, this was also the first time Sakura Haruno was grateful that her parents were not powerful ninjas, but just ordinary people.

But at that moment, a commotion suddenly arose in the crowd at the back.

Whispers could be heard from the surroundings:

"Uchiha, it's the Uchiha clan!"

Are they also heading to the eastern border?

When that sound rang out, Yamanaka Ino suddenly stood up from the ground, her expression fierce. She wanted to confront the person and give them a good talking-to: 'Are you still a child? You should learn to take responsibility for the trouble you cause yourself and not drag others into it!'

but.

But when the girl struggled to squeeze through the crowd and looked at the rumored protagonist of the incident, she was stunned.

It wasn't because of the other person's unapproachable, cold face, nor because of the terrifying aura surrounding him, but because he was simply too young!

Even though there was a sharp, cold glint in his eyes, and even though his whole being exuded an attitude of keeping people at arm's length.

However, it still couldn't hide his youthful appearance.

This also aligns with the comments made by others last week.

A strange palpitation welled up in his heart:

'Is he really going to the battlefield too?'

At the same time, Yamanaka Ino suddenly recalled some gossip among her classmates:

'Don't let Sasuke's cold and aloof demeanor fool you; he's not the most talented genius in the Uchiha clan.'

'The true genius of the Uchiha clan is their current clan head, Ara!'

'The Sarutobi clan is powerful, right? Yet that terrifying guy single-handedly beat them all up!'

'Furthermore, if Uchiha Arakawa is still in school, he'd only be a fifth-grader!'

At first, Ino was unwilling to believe such rumors.

After all, they had witnessed Sasuke's strength firsthand, and Ara's existence was more of an 'urban legend'.

But the moment she saw the girl after squeezing through the crowd, she believed it.

I'm starting to understand what my father meant.

Even so, I still hate you!

Watching the boy's receding figure, Yamanaka Ino unconsciously clenched her small fists.

The commotion in the crowd intensified.

The name Uchiha seems to possess an invisible deterrent force.

Even though this race has suffered an irreversible blow, people still can't help but tremble when they hear this prefix.

It's truly hard to imagine how the already crowded street could spontaneously part to create a passage when this group of people arrived!

"It's him."

"It's Uchiha Ara!"

Exclamations of surprise rang out.

Many people saw Ara during the farce involving the Sarutobi clan. His domineering attitude in sweeping away the entire clan left a lasting impression on many.

"The Uchiha clan is going to join the war too?"

Not only was Uchiha Ara walking at the front the focus of attention, but also his clansmen following behind him, a total of eight, marching in two columns.

Three of them wore light green standard ninja armor, a symbol of Chunin; the other five wore dark blue standard family shirts and headbands symbolizing their attainment of Genin status.

Ara himself was simply wearing the standard clothing symbolizing the Uchiha clan.

However, the color is light blue.

As for Ninja Armor, well, no.

After all, strictly speaking, he was still only a genin.

Because he hadn't participated in any Chunin Exams over the years, those fancy titles were nothing more than a waste of time and had no other real meaning for him.

For a moment, apart from expressions of astonishment, many people fell silent.

On the surface, this battle was fought for the sake of the Uchiha clan leader. Many people who only looked at the outcome or were driven by emotions felt dissatisfied with the clan and believed that it was Uchiha Ara who caused this conflict.

but.

When they saw this group of young, even immature, faces fearlessly heading towards the eastern border, the negative words began to gradually disappear.

Instead, it was replaced by admiration.

Regardless of the circumstances, the fact that the Uchiha clan was able to send ninjas to the front lines, led by Ara himself, is something that deserves everyone's admiration.

Filled with resentment, Hyuga Neji naturally also saw the Uchiha clan arriving late, as well as the boy at the center of the incident.

At this moment, his expression was no different from others, but a strange ripple appeared in his pure white eyes.

He didn't know exactly what he was feeling at that moment, but one thing was clear: jealousy and envy.

He really envied the unity of the Uchiha clan.

I'm so jealous of that clan's people who are willing to follow their clan leader to the border of death!

In contrast, consider the Hinata.

The main family always comes first, and it's always the branch families who suffer the most!

Sasuke was also among the people seeing them off.

He came from another banner, Kakashi.

However, the appearance of the Uchiha clan did indeed cause him to lose his composure.

He truly never imagined that his family, which had already fallen to rock bottom, would still have eight members choose to follow Huang on his expedition.

But this situation also made her feel a pang of sadness.

How powerful and glorious the Uchiha clan was in the past, when did they ever need their younger generation to go to the border regions?

'It's all his fault!'

'It's all that bastard's fault!'

'I'll kill that man sooner or later!!'

A surge of frenzied rage rose in Sasuke's chest, and crimson light welled up in his cold eyes.

"Is that Uchiha Ara, the one mentioned in the village, the current head of your clan? Sasuke-kun?"

A solemn whisper sounded in my ear.

Upon hearing the call, the person being summoned did not speak.

Over the past few days, he has gradually become familiar with and memorized the voice.

Because, every single day!

In Konoha's general training grounds, the two of them were always the ones training the latest.

It was like a contest where neither side was willing to concede defeat; they were both waiting for the other to give up first and retreat.

Locke Lee was not annoyed by the lack of response.

Just as Sasuke Uchiha was used to his own sudden greetings, he was also used to the other person's indifference and taciturnity.

"I could feel that the guy's body was filled with terrifying power."

Even now, I probably couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Locke Lee continued to mutter to himself.

Furthermore, as the words and sentences progressed, the solemnity in the voice became increasingly pronounced.

Really.

He really didn't want to admit it.

Because I work very hard every single day to train and improve my strength.

Unfortunately, this is the most genuine sense that the sixth sense gives to itself.

Unassailable!

Upon hearing this, Sasuke Uchiha swayed slightly.

He suddenly recalled that night, the night they passed each other by, and the other person didn't pay him any attention whatsoever!

"Hey, you......."

Sasuke frowned. He remembered that the other person had mentioned his name, and he tried to find the name in his memory, but he failed.

Because, since the incident, he has abandoned all thoughts except revenge.

After his search yielded no results, Sasuke simply gave up on the idea.

"Kakashi has gone out. You'll train with me."

He said so.

There was no affectation whatsoever, nor any hint of politeness.

"Rock Lee, my name is Rock Lee!"

Upon hearing this invitation, the man with thick eyebrows spoke earnestly.

"However, I accepted your invitation."

He really wanted to experience the legendary Sharingan firsthand.

Among those seeing each other off, besides Shikamaru and Choji who found a secluded little haven, there was another person alone on an empty rooftop.