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... “Save me!”…. “Pull me out!”….

“No, I can’t pull.”…. “Let go, I’m going to fall!”…. “Bastard!”

Most of the allied forces’ genin were swept away by the mud flow. They stretched out their hands with difficulty seeking help from their companions on the mountain wall. But the ninjas who tried to help them were also pulled into the flow by the massive force.

Seeing this, none of the ninjas who were hanging on to the mountain wall with charka dared to help their comrades. They could o ...

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