Refusing a Toast Only to Drink a Forfeit

Sea Buckthorn City.

The oasis in the desert had already expanded its greenery over a vast area.

Beyond Sea Buckthorn City at its center, the tall trees around it continued to spread outward.

Sea Buckthorn City was now almost as large as Konoha.

However, there were relatively few shinobi here. Most were civilians, and the defenses were comparatively sparse as well.

In the forest outside the city, a vortex appeared in midair.

Obito emerged, carrying Rasa by the collar.

He casually flung Rasa onto the ground.

"Mm..." Rasa let out a breath and opened his eyes.

"Had enough sleep?" A cold smile appeared on Obito's face.

Rasa had just awakened and still looked somewhat dazed, but he quickly regained his clarity.

He let out a contented sigh.

Rasa had never thought sleeping could be such a pleasant thing.

Although Shukaku had gone berserk before, allowing him to fall into a deep sleep for a few hours, Sunagakure's people would quickly wake him up.

Every time he was awakened, Rasa would be covered in injuries.

This time, he had not slept for merely a few hours. He could clearly feel that his mental state had improved greatly. He must have slept for at least dozens of hours.

"How long was I asleep?" Rasa asked in disbelief.

Obito sneered. "Three days."

"You really can sleep. You didn't wake up even once in three days."

Rasa had once been Kazekage, after all. From the Mangekyō Sharingan that had been the last thing he saw before falling unconscious, he had already understood why Shukaku had not gone berserk.

"Tell me. What do you want?" Rasa naturally knew there was no such thing as a free lunch.

Obito would not help him for no reason.

"Konoha now..."

As he spoke, Obito pointed in Sea Buckthorn