"Sigh!"
Elder Ryūga sighed with a complex expression, shaking his head as he looked at Reiryū.
Seeing this, Reiryū's anger flared up again. "We've already given them the West Mountain Iron Mine, and they're still not satisfied! Their appetites are too big! What else do they want? Should we give them my entire Hagoromo clan too?!"
Burning with rage, he almost roared, stomping the chair behind him to pieces.
Looking at the enraged clan leader, Ryūga explained helplessly. "It's not that. The Uchiha clan still has some connections with us. They wouldn't take advantage of our misfortune like this."
"However, after Shimura and Sarutobi's sudden attack on us, the Grand Elder sensed the situation was dire, and before he fainted, he sent clansmen to the Uchiha to promise them the West Mountain Iron Mine."
"That's precisely why, when we were confronting the Senju, the Uchiha were able to launch a timely sneak attack, forcing the Senju to retreat."
Ryūga glanced at the clan head, then continued. "This afternoon, the clan members we sent to contact the Uchiha, along with the ones sent by the Grand Elder, returned. According to the clan member sent by the Grand Elder, the Uchiha clan head, their First Elder, and their Third Elder have all gone to Yoshino Pass to fight the Senju."
"So, in reality, the Uchiha have already made their move. Asking them for help now wouldn't be of much use. They can't possibly send an elder to help us."
After hearing Elder Ryūga's words, Reiryū fell into deep silence.
He felt incredibly tired.
The Senju First Elder, Sarutobi Kato, Shimura Nesuke, and the ninjas of the three clans.
Facing so many enemies, he felt the pressure weigh heavily on his shoulders, like a mountain.
With no other ninja clans offering assistance and insufficient internal clan strength,
Could the Hagoromo clan truly survive this situation?
At this moment, he inexplicably thought of those smaller clans that had been wiped out.
Could it be that Hagoromo, as a first-rate ninja clan second only to the Senju and Uchiha, was now destined to follow in their footsteps?
Three days later.
"Ice Release: Fierce Tiger Assault!"
Kazuki formed hand seals, and instantly a ferocious tiger made of ice appeared on the ground, charging forward.
Rumble...
In the blink of an eye, the artificial hill in the courtyard collapsed under the impact of the ice tiger.
"Phew—"
Looking at the collapsed hill, he let out a long sigh.
After three days, he finally mastered these ninjutsu.
Two days ago, he regained mastery of all his predecessor's ninjutsu and even learned the C-rank technique, Ice Release: Swallow Blizzard.
However, the remaining Ice Release: Fierce Tiger Assault took him almost a whole day to master.
Now, he was already a jonin, and with the ninjutsu he had mastered, plus the unique nature of his Ice Leap,
Even an elite jonin could be forcibly eliminated if the opponent was careless.
Therefore, it was time for him to head to the battlefield.
"Wow! Big brother is amazing!"
The two children watching the excitement clapped excitedly.
He chuckled and ruffled their hair. "You two stay home and train hard. Big brother's going to the battlefield."
The younger one looked at him with some reluctance. "Big brother's going to the battlefield again?"
The other was equally reluctant. "Big brother, you just got back from the battlefield!"
He helplessly shrugged. "I can't help it. Senju, Sarutobi, and Shimura are so aggressive. Big brother has to go and fight them."
Children of the Warring States period matured early. Even though the two little ones were only five or six, they knew what was important and what wasn't.
They looked at him with determined expressions. "Big brother, we'll definitely train hard! Then we'll go with you to kill those damned Sarutobi, Shimura, and Senju!"
"Hahahaha! Good!"
He chuckled, ruffled the two children's hair again, and turned to leave the clan head's residence.
Outside the clan gate, he glanced back at the two stone lions at the entrance and shook his head helplessly.
I really am destined to be busy.
Having just transmigrated, he'd been spending every day on the battlefield. He'd finally returned to the clan's territory and rested for three days, and now he was going back to war.
Life is truly unpredictable...
"Heh..." He chuckled, clearing these thoughts from his mind, and then channeled his chakra, heading east toward the front lines.
The ninja's speed was swift. In no time, he arrived at the Hagoromo clan's camp, two kilometers away.
The sensory ninjas outside the camp had already spotted him.
However, after confirming that he was the young clan leader, they allowed him to pass.
Upon entering the camp, he did not see his father.
He guessed that Reiryū was currently in the central tent, handling war affairs.
After wandering around for a while, he went to the logistics area, intending to find a clansman to assign him a place to stay. Unexpectedly, he ran into an acquaintance.
"Uncle Masamichi!" he greeted.
Perhaps due to the system, he could clearly sense a power brewing within Masamichi.
This power was both violent and restrained. It was foreseeable that once this power awakened, Masamichi's strength would be greatly enhanced.
Seeing him, Masamichi was somewhat surprised. After understanding why he had come to the front lines, Masamichi led him to a tent.
"The three clans outnumber us, and their top-tier combat power includes three patriarch-level fighters. I really don't know how this war will end."
As he spoke, Masamichi's face was full of worry.
In just three days, the Hagoromo clan had suffered nearly 30% casualties, and the remaining members were utterly exhausted.
This situation seemed to reflect the clan's inevitable decline in the eyes of every clan member.
However, even so, not a single member retreated on the battlefield.
Because behind them lay the Hagoromo clan's ancestral lands. Behind them lay their own people.
If they retreated, their clan would face an abyss of darkness.
In this situation, they had no way out.
Win or die—there was no third option!
Listening to Masamichi's worries, he said firmly. "Don't worry, we will definitely win!"
His determination was not only evident in his expression but also in his heart.
If he hadn't transmigrated, the Hagoromo clan would likely not have escaped this calamity. Annihilation was only a matter of time.
But since he had transmigrated, the outcome was entirely different.
With the system's support, regardless of how far he would grow in the future, Masamichi, after using the subordinate talent points, only needed a month to break through to the patriarch level.
And he had now arrived on the battlefield. With his strength, dealing with elite jonin was no problem.
Furthermore, his Frost Domain had been enhanced.
With a Frost Domain a hundred meters in diameter, using space-time ninjutsu like Ice Leap, he could definitely pose a significant threat to the chunin and genin of the three clans on the battlefield.
In this way, the lack of lower-level combat power was, to some extent, compensated for by his presence.
Therefore, as long as they could hold out for this month, and once Masamichi broke through to the patriarch level, the strength of both sides would be basically even, and this crisis of clan annihilation would be temporarily averted.
Looking at his determined eyes, for some reason, Masamichi suddenly felt that what the young clan leader said might be true.
Hagoromo will definitely win!