Was this the last time?
In the Underworld, the horned Old Man fell into thought.
The Rinnegan shone brilliantly.
He looked into the fog behind him, where one bewildered soul after another drifted by.
A headache came over him. It was a little ridiculous when he put it that way, but the Underworld was nearly bursting at the seams. This trend had grown increasingly severe in recent years, especially after Insect Princess began widely distributing Chakra Seeds. Things had become even more difficult lately.
The retirement grounds he had built himself occupied only this much space. It truly was almost full.
What should he do?
Letting the souls wander around the Shinobi World was no solution either.
He might even expose his location.
The Old Man was frantic.
He wanted to expand, but he no longer had the ability to do so.
What if he used up the last of his Chakra?
The Old Man was truly frantic.
Who could have known this would happen?
But if he wanted to understand the situation in the Shinobi World, he could only inspect the memories of these souls from the Shinobi World.
So many had arrived at once. Who exactly were they trying to work to death?
The old man sighed gloomily as he sifted through the information in their memories, searching desperately for clues that might point to an opportunity for victory.
The more people who died, the more valuable information they could provide.
Seeing the commotion caused by Sand Hidden Village among the deceased souls, the old man frowned.
"Human Puppets?"
"If we can defeat Mama, then this sacrifice will not be entirely without value."
It could even be said that to prevent more innocent people from suffering misfortune, this sacrifice was necessary.
At the front line on the border