Naruto: This Uchiha is too innocent.

Uchiha Sora refused Might Guy and the others' request to follow him and went to the location of Might Dai's battle alone.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping across his surroundings, his vision completely filled with the impenetrable fog, the grayish-white mist churning and surging like a solidified ocean of milk.

Nearby, a steel jungle comes into view. The twisted "trunks" and "branches" intertwine in a bizarre and grotesque way, densely entwining to form a massive and oppressive steel dome that completely obscures the sky, leaving only a suffocating darkness and deathly silence.

He tried using his chakra to sense things, but he couldn't sense anything.

As expected, the mist released by the Mist Ninja was not ordinary mist. This mist contained less chakra than the releaser and was able to block others' senses.

This is also the basic combat tactic of the Mist Ninja: first, use the mist to create a naturally advantageous combat environment.

Dispersing this fog is also simple; just use a powerful wind jutsu to blow it away.

Unfortunately, Uchiha Sora doesn't know Wind Release yet. The only Wind Release technique he can relate to is the Secret Scroll Cyclone, but the wind power of Cyclone is obviously not enough to disperse the fog filling the sky.

He walked in the thick fog and lost his way for a moment; at that moment, his sense of direction was completely reversed.

If it were anyone else, they would have panicked long ago, but Uchiha Sora wasn't nervous at all.

Although the thick fog impaired his senses, it couldn't mask the air currents and sounds. He stood silently in place.

Soon, a faint sound came from the right.

He walked in that direction...

……

"Damn it, where did this fog come from? I'm completely disoriented."

A scarred ninja cursed as he slashed through the fog with his sword, clearing his vision for a moment before it was filled with more fog.

"This fog is strange; it might be the work of another ninja." The fat ninja looked around warily with a serious expression.

"Ha, we've been lost for over ten minutes. If I'd known something was amiss, it would have happened already," the scarred ninja scoffed. "When I get back, I'm definitely going to get the most expensive foot massage and pick up the hottest girls!"

"Say less, what you're saying sounds like you're setting a flag." The fat ninja smacked his lips, but you could tell from his eyes that he thought so too.

As a commando unit, they would receive a hefty reward if they managed to return; that money would at least allow them to live a carefree life for several years.

Although war is cruel, it is also the easiest shortcut for ninjas to climb the ranks. Whether it is obtaining intelligence, killing key figures, or killing enough grunts, they can obtain a lot of rewards.

"By the way, who do you think could inflict such severe ninja injuries on Pakura?" the scarred ninja suddenly asked.

"This thing... well, it should be a Konoha Jonin or an elite Anbu member. Ordinary people can't hurt her."

"Hehe, that woman Pakura is really hot, that body, those legs... I could play with her for a year." The scarred ninja licked his lips, a burning, primal desire flashing in his eyes.

There are only two things that can attract these desperate men who fight on the battlefield every day: money and women.

Money can be obtained as long as you go back, but a high-quality woman... is hard to come by. Pakura, dressed provocatively and arrogantly, is undoubtedly the dream lover of the Sand Village ninjas, and everyone wants to pin Pakura down.

"Are you crazy! If Pakura hears this, we'll both be in deep trouble!" The fat ninja glared and looked around warily.

The scarred ninja scoffed, "That woman's probably healing her wounds somewhere; what right does she have to tell us what to do!"

That being said, he was clearly also afraid of Pakula, and subconsciously turned around to look, only to meet a pair of lifeless eyes.

"Holy shit!" the scarred ninja screamed, but the sound stopped abruptly the next moment.

A long sword pierced his heart.

"You, you..." He opened his mouth, then collapsed, powerless.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, the fat ninja's expression changed drastically; he hadn't even noticed the person approaching.

Terrified, he didn't turn around and tried to run away, but the next moment, he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Uchiha Sora was standing right in front of him. When he turned around, Uchiha Sora behind him disappeared with a thud—it was the Invisible Clone Technique.

"Spare me! Spare me!" the fat ninja begged for mercy.

Uchiha Sora looked at the ninja in front of him and sighed softly. He thought he had found the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, but he had unexpectedly stumbled into the Sand Village ninja shrouded in fog.

He had killed many of these Sand Ninja, and felt no emotion in them; he raised his sword, intending to kill this one.

The fat ninja's eyes darted around, and he shouted, "I have backers! If you kill me, you'll be in deep trouble!"

The sword stopped at his neck, gently cutting a thin wound.

The fat ninja trembled, and a strange smell filled the air... He had urinated.

However, seeing that Uchiha Sora didn't make a move, he regained some confidence. "If you kill me, Jonin Pakura will definitely avenge me. Heh, I know you don't know Jonin Pakura, but let me tell you, she's a Jonin with an eternal bloodline limit!"

As he spoke, he became smug, brushing aside the Kusanagi sword with his hand. "Heh heh, this surprise attack on Kikyo Mountain was meticulously prepared by us. You are doomed to defeat. If you know what's good for you, take me away from this godforsaken place, and I might spare your life."

I don't know who gave him the courage to be so arrogant even when he's about to die.

Upon hearing these words, Uchiha Sora's calm eyes suddenly rippled. Without hesitation, he pierced the fat ninja's palm with his sword, pinning him to the ground.

"Ah!" the fat ninja screamed, and then his head was lifted up—Uchiha Sora grabbed his hair.

"Tell me, where is Pakula?"

The voice was like a demon from hell. The fat man shuddered. He saw cruelty in Uchiha Sora's eyes and suddenly realized that it was a mistake to call out Pakura's name.

"Spare me, spare me! I don't know anything..."

"Ah! Ahhhhhh!!!! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!!!! Ah!"

……

Shortly after, Uchiha Sora put down the corpse in his hands. The corpse looked terrified, clearly having suffered inhumane torture. From the fat ninja, he learned that Pakura was injured and had headed towards the summit of Mount Kikyo.

"Finally... I've found a clue," Uchiha Sora murmured, his joints cracking.

Without hesitation, he headed towards the summit of Mount Kikyo.

Suddenly... he heard a sound again, stopped in his tracks, and looked into the depths of the thick fog.

In my mind... the image of Might Guy kneeling on the ground appeared.

After a long while, he let out a soft breath.

"If it's not like this time, then we'll just ignore it."