Hmm?
The Third Raikage, whose raised foot had just touched the ground, abruptly halted and whipped around.
That brat... wasn't dead yet?
As he turned, the Third Raikage's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
What was going on? Chiba's Shadow Clone, who had been utterly consumed by despair when he saw the Third Raikage approaching, froze slightly upon seeing him turn around, confusion rising within him.
Why had he turned back?
Could the original body still be alive? A sliver of hope suddenly rose in his heart.
No...
He had crouched down and checked the original body's condition just now. He should have confirmed that the original body was dead!
As the Third Raikage, confirming whether someone was dead should have been effortless. There was no way he could have made a mistake.
But that hope was quickly extinguished.
There was absolutely no hope in their current situation. After all, Chiba's Shadow Clone had inherited Chiba's memories and thought patterns. He would not believe in meaningless hope. Even if he had to die, he would only die with clear-eyed despair.
After crushing that unrealistic hope, Chiba's Shadow Clone focused on Hirohiko's chest. Within that pierced torso, his heart was beating faintly. His right lung had regenerated by a third; with another two-thirds, it would be fully restored. And with enough Creation Rebirth-level Medical Chakra, the gaping wound in his chest would not be much of a problem either.
He only needed a few minutes. Give him a few more minutes, then another five or six Shadow Clones, and he could heal Hirohiko.
He was only a few minutes short, only a few Shadow Clones' worth of Chakra short. Then he could have healed him.
Just a little more. Just a little more! If he did not have to face the Third