Mist hung thick in the air, droplets scattered everywhere, and Obito's group and Moriyue's group had already begun fighting in a dark wilderness.
But this time, they were not the main characters of the battle. The main characters were not even living people.
Kabuto formed a seal with one hand, and another coffin rose from the ground. Its lid slowly fell away, revealing a figure everyone was fairly familiar with.
Seeing Kabuto use Impure World Reincarnation, Orochimaru used the same technique. A similar coffin slowly rose, its lid shattered, and another familiar figure was revealed within.
The two figures appeared some distance apart. Kabuto and Orochimaru did not deliberately control them. After being summoned, the two looked around blankly, as if confirming something.
They were both ninjas reincarnated through Impure World Reincarnation, and both had belonged to the Akatsuki Organization. Their relationship was extremely complicated. Their ideals were practically complete opposites, yet they had once been partners.
Deidara approached unhurriedly, his cold gaze sweeping over the scattered Chakra threads on Sasori's body and the mark of Impure World Reincarnation—the pitch-black sclera of his eyes. A faintly contemptuous laugh escaped his lips.
"Oh? I didn't expect that bastard to summon you too. Long time no see."
Sasori frowned. Though he did not fully understand the current situation, he was no fool. In almost no time at all, he had figured out what was happening before him.
"Impure World Reincarnation..."
He glanced at Kabuto behind him, then at Orochimaru across from him. He knew Obito as well, but he did not know who that white-haired man on the other side was.
But none of that mattered. He looked at Deidara, his tone utterly calm.
"So, you're dead too."
Deidara approached at an unhurried pace, his cold gaze sweeping over the Chakra threads