"Master!"
"Master!"
Naruto and Sasuke happened to lift the tent flap and enter. Both were thrilled to see Shamu.
Naruto had only left one Shadow Clone over there to begin with. When they were told to retreat, he had dismissed it directly.
Sasuke, on the other hand, had watched the livestream for quite a while.
But once Madara's Chibaku Tensei meteors had scoured the battlefield, he could no longer watch it.
Sasuke was especially curious about Shamu's War God Susanoo Armor.
He had never even imagined a form of Susanoo like that.
One look at Sasuke's eyes told Shamu exactly what he was thinking.
"Don't even think about it. You need a Mangekyō at the second stage or higher to do that."
Sasuke stared at him intensely. "Master, how can a Mangekyō advance to the next stage?"
Shamu patted Sasuke on the shoulder.
"You're still too young. Your Chakra and ocular power aren't sufficient yet. You need more time to build them up."
Sasuke was proud and ambitious, always comparing himself to the very best.
Though the Fourth Shinobi World War had not lasted long, its intensity had been extreme.
Putting everything else aside, Sasuke's horizons had broadened immensely.
Madara, Hashirama, Complete Body Susanoo, True Several Thousand Hands, and finally Shamu's War God Susanoo Armor...
They had greatly expanded his outlook and shown him what the strongest fighters were truly capable of.
Hearing that he could not achieve it for now, Sasuke was only slightly disappointed. He could still accept it.
At just sixteen, his strength already placed him among the Shinobi World's foremost ranks.
But compared to people like Shamu, he was practically dispensable.
Shamu patted Naruto on the head. "How's Hinata?"
Naruto really was obedient. Shamu had told him not to leave her side for even a step,