— Senpai, they've noticed us, — warned the white-eyed ninja from the clan's side branch, — and they're moving straight towards this direction.
— Damn it, and a sensor too! — judging by the displeased look on the jounin's face, it was clear he didn't rate our chances of avoiding losses very highly. — Alright, the traps offer some hope, but even minor injuries to the enemy will work in our favor. I won't hide it, but with three jounin, I can handle at most two, so someone will have to take on another, while the rest push back the chunin. Otherwise, the enemy will overwhelm us with numbers as soon as they manage to disable even one of our fighters.
Glancing at my teammates, I stepped forward simultaneously with Senju, causing our senpai to raise an eyebrow questioningly. Clearly, he knew what the shinobi from the other clan was capable of, but he had doubts about me.
— I have four Class B nukinins to my name, — I explained simply and briefly.
Activating the Sharingan for a moment and scanning me, the Uchiha nodded approvingly. While it's not easy to gauge chakra reserves just by the number of seals on clothing and skin, it was evident that not every jounin had such a reserve. And surely, he had glanced at my dossier at least briefly.
— Take a minute to prepare and take your positions. You all know how to fight in teams, so stick together and don't let the enemy use their numerical advantage against you.
— Yes, senpai.
Nodding to us, the guys from the second team checked their gear and climbed to the top of the right hill.
— Take care not to die out there, — muttered the grim-faced Tsume, patting me on the shoulder before heading up the left hill with her dog.
— Don't worry, I'll send a clone with you just in case, — I reassured Ishi, who was noticeably nervous.
Indeed, killing off fairly weak and disorganized nukinins was one thing, but dealing with a battle-tested team from the enemy village without our strongest partner was quite another.
— The main thing is to hold out until we deal with our opponents and come to help you, — the guy nodded and hurried with my bunshin after Inuzuka.
Meanwhile, I advanced towards the jounin, positioning myself slightly ahead of the line of traps.
— There's no time to devise a complicated plan, so as soon as the enemy appears in sight, we retreat and try to lead them into our surprises, then attack with ninjutsu right away.
Giving instructions, the shinobi didn't even turn to me, scanning the space ahead with his fully activated Sharingan, three tomoe in each eye.
— Ready for airborne fire? — I received a quick glance for my response.
— Familiar with the combination?
— Trained in the team.
— Hmm, that's good to hear. Let's go with that plan.
— Senpai, they'll be here in a minute, and the chunin teams are flanking, while all three jounin are coming straight at you, — the radio earpiece came alive.
And judging by my senses, the six chunin were slightly below Ishi's level, so we should handle them without much trouble. Since the Founder Clan took over training, our shinobi's level has significantly risen compared to that under Iwa, who preferred quantity, saving their strongest fighters for tackling areas of the greatest resistance.
— Understood.
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