Shadow Puppet

How could Flying Dragon Riding Face possibly lose? Unless there was some baffling blunder that caused a sudden collapse.

Mimi did not think that would happen.

There were three battlefields across the entire front, and they had basically taken control of the situation.

First was Chiri's side. Setting aside whether four against one was winnable, with Chiri there, losing would be difficult. The Third Hokage and Jiraiya beside her were no ordinary opponents, either.

As for Konoha's homeland, Mito's assassination attempt had failed, and the White Zetsu assault had been thwarted. With only six clones, they could not stir up much trouble. The trump cards, Tsunade and Orochimaru, had no chance of failure unless they openly defected on the spot.

And on Mimi's side, the situation could be summed up in one sentence: the outcome was decided. Madara had been completely subdued.

The only variable was Ōtsutsuki Isshiki. But his goal was neither love nor peace. He and Madara were not of the same mind, and he would not suddenly go mad, turn around, and attack Konoha in a desperate bid to take everyone down with him.

His position was simply to fight if he could win and run if he could not. He had not the slightest bottom line or sense of duty.

Mimi could not figure out how they could lose.

Where was the turning point?

Perhaps the little Priestess's prophecy referred to the grand finale, and she was simply too nervous.

That said, she still could not afford to be completely careless.

Mimi kept watch over every change across the battlefield.

The spreading Black Sand extended under the forceful wind. The surrounding ninjas and civilians fled frantically to avoid being caught up in it.

Viewed from above, a section of the entire formation had been hollowed out