"Just as I thought..."
Dust slowly drifted from where he stepped. Beneath his muscular frame, his knotted muscles seemed to twitch. His straight, golden hair danced in the wind as the burly man emerged from the forest, joy and certainty gleaming in his black-sclera eyes. Two words escaped his lips.
Yet there was an indescribable delight in his tone.
"Brother, what is it?"
At that moment, another man slowly stepped out behind him. He bore some resemblance to him—broad-backed, broad-waisted, and powerfully built—though his hair was somewhat smoother. The burly man spoke those words as soon as he appeared.
"A! Look. This place is just like the scenery we passed along the way. Everyone has been bound by these trees, and from what we saw, only dead people like us can move. The world has undergone a tremendous change! The world of the living is now ours to run wild in."
Hearing the words behind him, the leading burly man laughed heartily and said so.
"Mm."
The similarly built man behind him nodded lightly.
They had raced all the way here, and fortunately, their Impure World Reincarnation bodies did not know fatigue. Even their Chakra seemed limitless. Otherwise, they would have been panting heavily by now.
But now, they did not need to catch their breath at all, nor did they need to worry about Chakra. It could be said that, having broken free of their restraints, they were sincerely beginning to appreciate these Impure World Reincarnation bodies.
What had once been a humiliation now seemed capable of bringing them unimaginable benefits.
Moreover, the situation was exactly as his elder brother had said. The Shinobi World had undergone a tremendous upheaval. Though they did not know what kind of upheaval it was, one thing was certain: whoever had used Impure