Slayer: Look directly at the Seraph, standing on the sun

"We must retreat," Fugaku ordered in a low voice, glancing at his staff officer beside him. "Give me the order to retreat!"

By this time, Zhang Hai had nearly reached the center of the battlefield. His blade was drawn, gleaming with a cold light. His gaze was calm and resolute, yet his body trembled slightly. With a swift movement of his blade, he cleaved through the mist that shrouded the air. The flash of the blade swept out like a tidal wave, instantly dispersing the mist and revealing the hidden enemies behind it. As the blade fell, Zhang Hai's body barely paused; his movements were swift and precise, like a cold-blooded machine.

Each swing of the blade carried an irresistible killing intent, leaving the Hidden Mist Village ninjas no chance to react. No matter how the enemies tried to stop them, they could only watch helplessly as they were cleaved in two by the sharp blade, blood splattering everywhere. Each of Zhang Hai's strikes claimed a life; his movements were fluid and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"This is the difference between me and you." Zhang Hai whispered coldly, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only a deathly killing intent.

Seeing this, the several Hidden Mist ninja who had attempted to retaliate quickly distanced themselves, clearly realizing the terrifying power of Zhang Hai. At that moment, Fugaku's voice rang out: "Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

Zhang Hai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance without turning his head. He had a vague sense of unease, as if something was about to happen. Without hesitation, he quickly changed direction and headed straight for the other side of the battlefield.

"Shisui," he murmured the name in his heart. Despite the bloodshed and chaos on the battlefield, despite the indistinguishability between friend and foe, Zhang Hai's gaze remained fixed on finding Shisui. He knew that only Shisui could help him adjust the situation and even change the course of the battle in such a situation.

As he swiftly moved across the battlefield, he suddenly sensed a powerful aura behind him. Fugaku's order was quickly relayed, commanding the Konoha ninja to begin a full-scale retreat. The Konoha ninja on the battlefield gradually slowed their pace, with the retreating ranks following closely behind. However, the Kirigakure ninja pursued closely behind, attempting to block their retreat.

Zhang Hai's steps never faltered; with a flash of his blade, he darted across the battlefield, halting the enemy's pursuit of Konoha's retreat. The Hidden Mist Village ninjas had virtually no chance to resist; every time Zhang Hai swung his blade, an enemy fell silently.

"If we wait any longer, the casualties in Konoha will be even more severe." A trace of anxiety flashed through Zhang Hai's mind. He knew that if a decision was not made soon, the Konoha ninjas would not be able to escape.

Just then, he suddenly sensed a faint presence behind him. He turned around and saw Fugaku walking towards him with a determined look on his face.

"You did a good job." Fugaku looked at Zhang Hai with a hint of weariness, but his tone was still full of gratitude and trust. "Lead them to retreat, and leave the rest to us."

On the battlefield, chaos swept in like a tidal wave. Every second, Zhang Hai felt an increasingly intense sense of oppression; the sounds of clashing swords filled his ears, and beneath his feet lay shattered stone and mangled corpses. Everyone was fighting desperately for survival; behind him lay unconscious ninja comrades, some fell protecting their teammates, others were trapped in blind spots surrounded by enemies, and the air was thick with the stench of blood. The earth shook, rocks crumbled, and everything seemed to be teetering on the brink of destruction.

Zhang Hai stood at the edge of the battlefield, quickly scanning his surroundings, his heart pounding like a burning flame. He didn't immediately join the fight, but quietly observed, searching for a situation he could control. His Sharingan was already activated, and the surrounding scenery gradually became clear to him. Neither the enemy's movements nor the slightest changes on the battlefield escaped his notice. Just as he was pondering, he suddenly noticed a group of ninjas moving rapidly, carrying their unconscious comrades on their backs, which stirred something within him.

"There are no wounds on their backs..." Zhang Hai frowned slightly, a sense of doubt rising in his heart. The unconscious ninjas seemed to have no signs of combat, which meant that their unconsciousness might have been caused by some special means. What alarmed Zhang Hai even more was that the enemy's reaction was too fast, as if they had anticipated the actions of the Konoha ninjas, and they seemed to no longer be simple Kirigakure ninjas, but rather guided by some kind of commanding force.

"This scene...something's not right." He muttered to himself, then suddenly twisted his body, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and a dark energy spread from his body. The surrounding air instantly froze, as if all light had been swallowed up. Zhang Hai used the darkness to completely block the enemy's vision. Black mist filled the air, and the enemy was immediately plunged into an endless fog, making all movements extremely slow and chaotic.

"Your chance has passed." Zhang Hai's cold voice echoed in the darkness, almost devoid of any emotion. He gave his enemies no time to react, swiftly using the darkness as an advantage to raise his hand and unleash a sharp slash. The sharp sound of the blade cutting through the air filled the air, and an enemy fell to the ground.

As darkness expanded, the enemy's fighting spirit gradually weakened, and the clamor and chaos on the battlefield were quickly suppressed. The enemy seemed trapped in endless fear, unable to find their foes or see their surroundings clearly. Zhang Hai's control instantly disoriented them, and fear spread rapidly. The entire battlefield seemed shrouded in death, and the enemy had lost their last shred of courage to resist.

Just then, Zhang Hai's gaze locked onto a figure—it was Zhi Shui. He stood some distance away, a struggle on his face. A complex emotion flickered in Zhi Shui's eyes, as if he were weighing something. Without hesitation, Zhang Hai swiftly approached Zhi Shui.

"Zhi Shui," Zhang Hai's voice was cold and imposing, "What are you doing?"

Zhi Shui's eyes flickered, clearly surprised by Zhang Hai's appearance. "Zhang Hai, I..." He hesitated, his eyes darting away.

"You knew they were being hunted down, yet you did nothing, choosing instead to save these useless people who will soon die." Zhang Hai's voice was like a cold blade, piercing Zhi Shui's heart. He couldn't tolerate anyone prioritizing their family over the safety of their teammates, which filled him with extreme disappointment and anger.

Shisui's expression instantly turned to pain. He lowered his head, seemingly caught in deep self-reproach and inner turmoil. "You don't understand..." his voice choked, "The responsibility of the family..."

“Responsibility?” A cold glint flashed in Zhang Hai’s eyes. “Can the responsibility to your family make you abandon your comrades? Do you know how many people die every second on the battlefield, and you’re putting everyone in danger for a worthless reason?”