Might Guy stood atop the mountain ridge for a very long time.
Originally, he thought that after Konoha successfully repelled Iwagakure, Sunagakure might no longer come to Mount Kikyo at all.
And with Shikaku Nara personally commanding the battlefield, even if Sunagakure really attacked, Might Guy had never truly worried about the outcome.
But now things were completely different.
One transfer order after another had arrived from Konoha.
The atmosphere inside the camp became more relaxed with each passing day.
Might Guy was now completely certain.
Sunagakure would definitely come.
And perhaps they would arrive even earlier than he remembered.
When that moment came, the people stationed at Mount Kikyo would suffer a devastating defeat.
Many people would die.
Far too many people.
Although Konoha ultimately managed to survive in the original timeline, that was only because that man finally arrived on the battlefield and forcibly reversed the entire situation.
"But by the time that man arrives, it will already be too late."
Might Guy clenched both fists tightly before another overwhelming feeling of helplessness washed over him.
His words carried no weight.
Once again, his words carried no weight at all.
On a battlefield, nobody would seriously listen to the warnings of a nine year old child.
Even if he was already a Chunin.
Even if his achievements during the war were exceptionally brilliant.
To many people, none of those things truly mattered.
Might Guy gritted his teeth fiercely before suddenly thinking of something.
Without hesitation, he immediately turned around and sprinted back toward the camp.
He ran the entire way at full speed before rushing directly into his tent.
"Hey, Might Guy, where did you go just now?"
Ebisu looked over curiously, but Might Guy ignored him completely and immediately started rummaging through his belongings.
"What are you searching for?"
Genma also walked over while looking equally puzzled.
Might Guy quickly found paper and a pen before sitting down on the ground.
Then he immediately began writing a letter.
Yes.
A letter.
He was going to write directly to Konoha's White Fang.
Because of him, Hatake Sakumo never committed suicide.
And among all the people Might Guy could currently contact, Hatake Sakumo was undoubtedly the strongest.
More importantly, he was also someone who might actually take these warnings seriously.
Without any hesitation, Might Guy lowered his pen and began writing.
...
[To Senior Konoha's White Fang:]
[I apologize for disturbing you, but there is extremely important information that I must tell you.]
[You have most likely already received news regarding Konoha's victory at Mount Kikyo.]
[Although this is certainly good news, since the victory, too many troops stationed within the camp have gradually been transferred away.]
[Mount Kikyo is Konoha's final defensive line against both Iwagakure and Sunagakure, and directly behind it lies the heartland of the Land of Fire.]
[Now, the forces stationed at Mount Kikyo have become dangerously depleted.]
[If either Iwagakure or Sunagakure were to suddenly launch a surprise attack, the consequences would be unimaginable.]
[I have a strong feeling that this moment is not far away.]
[After reading this letter, I sincerely hope you can pass this warning to Lord Third and request stronger defensive deployments at Mount Kikyo.]
[If possible, I also hope you might personally apply to come here yourself.]
[Because I believe that whether it becomes an Iwagakure counterattack or a Sunagakure ambush, the next battle at Mount Kikyo will be unimaginably dangerous.]
[Only sufficiently powerful shinobi will be capable of changing the situation once it begins.]
...
Might Guy slowly exhaled before signing his name at the very bottom of the letter.
[Might Guy]
After finishing the letter, he carefully folded it before placing it inside an envelope.
Then he walked out of the tent and handed it directly to the Chunin responsible for collecting outgoing mail.
The Chunin accepted the envelope casually at first, but after glancing at the recipient's name, he froze briefly.
"Sakumo Hatake? Konoha's White Fang?"
"Yes."
"You know Senior Konoha's White Fang personally?"
"Yes. His son is my classmate."
The Chunin nodded without asking any further questions before storing the letter away carefully.
"I'll send it out tomorrow morning. If everything goes smoothly, it should reach Konoha before nightfall."
"Although, Senior Konoha's White Fang might not currently be inside the Village, so there's no guarantee he will personally receive your letter."
Might Guy silently nodded.
He had already considered that possibility long ago.
During wartime, someone as powerful as Konoha's White Fang could never remain idle for long.
Might Guy did not know whether Hatake Sakumo would actually come.
But regardless of the outcome, he needed to do something.
Might Guy turned around and left afterward.
He did not return to his tent.
The uneasiness inside his heart made it impossible for him to sleep peacefully.
Instead, he walked outside the camp before slowly drawing the long blade from his back.
It was still the Youth Blade.
Although the Youth Blade had become filled with chips and notches during the great battle against Iwagakure a month ago, Choza had already found someone to completely reforge it afterward.
Rare metals had even been added during the reforging process.
The quality of the blade had clearly improved by another level.
Might Guy held the Youth Blade tightly in his hand.
After slowly exhaling a long breath, he immediately began practicing his blade techniques beneath the night sky.
He practiced the Mercy Blade.
The Mercy Blade contained a total of eight forms.
The first form was Stop the Carriage and Ask for Directions.
The second form was Child Hanging a Painting.
The third form was Watching Fish by the Stream.
...
The seventh form was Drawing the Bow and Aiming.
The eighth form was Opening the Door to See the Mountain.
One move after another.
One form after another.
Might Guy practiced with complete seriousness.
Unlike the Precept Breaking Blade, the Mercy Blade focused far more on subduing opponents and protecting allies rather than direct killing techniques.
Every time he successfully saved another person, its proficiency would rise dramatically.
However, there had been no battles throughout the entire past month.
Not even small skirmishes had occurred.
Because of that, the proficiency growth of the Mercy Blade had become extremely slow.
The same was true for the Golden Bell Shield.
Might Guy silently opened the System panel in front of him.
[Host: Might Guy (9 years old)]
[Monk Value: 0]
[Supreme Technique List]
[Muscle Tendon Change Classic (High Grade): 999 (Mastery)]
[Precept Breaking Blade (Medium Grade): 1000 (Perfection)]
[Mercy Blade (Medium Grade): 460 (Proficient)]
[Golden Bell Shield (Low Grade): 950 (Mastery)]
[Great Vajra Leg (Low Grade): 1000 (Perfection)]
[Great Vajra Finger (Low Grade): 1000 (Perfection)]
"Although the Mercy Blade and Golden Bell Shield are progressing slowly, at least they are still improving little by little."
"But how exactly am I supposed to break through the Muscle Tendon Change Classicβ¦"
Might Guy sighed softly.
The proficiency of the Muscle Tendon Change Classic had remained stuck at 999 for an extremely long time already.
Even the great battle against Iwagakure had failed to push it through that final bottleneck.
Might Guy still had no clear clue why.
No.
That was not entirely true.
Just like the Great Vajra Leg, the Muscle Tendon Change Classic could also force a breakthrough using Monk Value.
But the required amount was terrifying.
One thousand full points.
Unfortunately, his monk system almost seemed broken ever since the battlefield battles began.
It had not issued him any new missions for an extremely long time already.
Might Guy looked helplessly at the large zero displayed beside his Monk Value and could only smile bitterly.
"Forget it. I'll just continue practicing slowly."
He stopped thinking about it any further.
Instead, he raised the Youth Blade once more before continuing to practice his blade techniques repeatedly outside the silent camp.
Gradually, the night air became colder and colder.
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