If You Die, Even Jiraiya-sensei Can’t Blame Me

In a ruined settlement closest to the village where Ye and the others were located. A Konoha squad of roughly fifteen Ninja advanced through the ruins under the leadership of a jonin. Under the dim sunlight in the distance, the lead Konoha jonin, whose face was covered in thick flesh, looked particularly sour. Judging by the clan crest on his shoulder, he was clearly from the Shimura Clan. "Damn white-haired brat, making me lead the charge." The Shimura jonin cursed under his breath, full of resentment.