Although Kusa Nonoerujin looked down on a ninja like Ishikawa Itsuki, for such a ninja willing to betray, everything still needed Kusa Nonoerujin to speak.
Kusa Nonoerujin couldn't help but sneer at the words.
"What use do we have for such a useless Konoha Genin?"
"We, Kirigakure, don't need trash!"
"Kill him."
Hearing these merciless words, Ishikawa Itsuki was completely stunned.
This was wrong!
He was willing to betray his village, so why did they still want to kill him?
At this moment, he truly regretted it.
Thinking about his short life, he couldn't help but think of those few teammates he had never taken seriously.
Before, he was resentful, considering himself superior.
But only when it truly rained did he realize who was without an umbrella.
Those teammates he looked down on were still alive and well, while he was about to die.
Now he couldn't help but wonder, if he hadn't been so arrogant.
If he had made good friends with everyone before, not been so haughty, and even chosen to leave with Kudo Shin just now, would his fate have been different?
But it was too late!
Before he could fully grasp this question, a Hidden Mist Ninja's kunai directly slit his throat.
Crimson blood splattered, he felt his breathing become increasingly difficult, and his vision gradually blurred.
He died.
And he died for nothing!
Yes.
In fact, his death came a little late.
As early as when he abandoned his team, had a rift with his squad members, and angered everyone, he should have died.
The only difference was whether he died early or late.
Unless, his strength was heaven-defying!
But, unfortunately.
The Uchiha, whose strength was considered the best in Konoha, after offending all the Konoha clans, still ultimately led to the extermination of their entire clan.
He was just a commoner ninja with no backing and no strength.
Did he have that qualification?
Therefore.
He was doomed to die!
At this time, no one among the Hidden Mist Ninja cared about him; they turned their attention to Kusa Nonoerujin, who was leading them.
"Nara? Uchiha?"
"It seems our ninja squad certainly didn't die in vain!"
"Leave three squads to pursue Konoha's Seventh Squad, and leave a sensory ninja to assist."
"Everyone else, charge with all your might towards the Konoha front-line camp."
"Send the general attack signal to our base; since we have already been exposed, we cannot give Konoha time to prepare."
After he finished speaking.
With Kusa Nonoerujin's command, the Hidden Mist signal flare ascended into the sky, erupting with brilliant light.
The numerous Hidden Mist Ninja no longer concealed themselves and charged directly towards the Konoha front-line camp.
As for the three remaining Hidden Mist squads, under the command of the sensory ninja, they directly pursued Uchiha Jin and the others... Front-line main camp.
Miyamoto Yukie sat in the large tent, staring blankly at the map hanging on the wall.
Her brows were slightly furrowed.
Her face was solemn, and her eyes were filled with contemplation.
This was her first time as the front-line general commander, so she naturally felt the immense burden on her shoulders, thus she dared not relax in her work in the slightest, even though it was now deep into the early hours of the morning, she still felt sleepless through the night, always fearing that her command would be improper.
No choice.
As a commoner ninja, this opportunity was very hard-won for her.
She didn't seek merit, but she sought to avoid mistakes!
She didn't need to defeat Kirigakure; as long as she could weather the difficult period and hold out until the Konoha army arrived, she would be considered to have successfully retired.
And with this achievement, she would be qualified to enter the Konoha Higher-Ups.
This was also her greatest wish in this life!
But, unfortunately.
Until now, she still didn't know that her goal was absolutely impossible to achieve.
If it were a real opportunity for merit, how could it be her turn, a commoner ninja?
To put it bluntly, she was just a scapegoat.
Konoha had long known about Kirigakure's declaration of war through spies.
It was just that due to the stalemate on other battlefronts, they couldn't dispatch enough ninja for a while, which was why they sent her, a scapegoat, with a group of Konoha cannon fodder to resist.
To be frank, Konoha didn't expect her and a group of cannon fodder to hold out.
As long as they could buy Konoha a little time to mobilize Konoha's true powerhouses, that would be enough for Konoha.
As for afterwards?
If she died, then so be it; even if she survived, she was destined to take responsibility for the failure.
A true commoner, who had not yet joined the Hokage faction, was destined not to become a Higher-Up.
As she was pondering, a ninja rushed in.
Miyamoto Yukie's eyes narrowed slightly, but before she could get angry, the ninja spoke first.
"Superior Ninja!"
"An emergency signal flare has been observed, and it's the highest-level red one."
"The location of the signal, upon investigation, is Outpost 27!"
Hiss!
Hearing these words, Miyamoto Yukie instantly gasped.
Finally, it had come!
She knew that her greatest test officially began now.
Ignoring the ninja in front of her, she quickly walked out of the command tent and saw the red signal flare in the sky.
Her face was grim.
This was the highest-level signal flare, indicating that the situation was truly extremely urgent.
But, she couldn't understand!
What exactly happened to warrant such a red signal flare?
Just as she was thinking, she suddenly noticed another signal flare ascending.
However.
This purple signal flare did not belong to Konoha.
Then, it could only be Kirigakure!
Considering this, she no longer hesitated and immediately shouted to everyone.
"Everyone, be on guard!"
"Notify the medical squad to retreat, the Third Platoon will protect the medical squad."
"Everyone else, follow me and prepare to face the enemy!"
With Miyamoto Yukie's command, the entire front-line camp instantly became busy.
The sharp alarm sounded, and whether it was the on-duty patrol teams or the ninja squads currently resting, all of them began to move.
Roughly, half an hour later.