Hagoromo realized in a very short time that he was about to take a fall.
Then came some good news and some bad news.
The bad news was that his judgment had been correct. He was about to hit the ground.
The good news was that at least he could make sure he would not land on his face...
Fortunately, he had deliberately lowered the Yata Crow's altitude beforehand. Otherwise, this would not have ended with a light fall—at that original height, he would have been flattened.
In those few hundredths of a second, all Hagoromo could do was instinctively coat his body in a layer of defensive chakra to protect himself. It was not that he lacked the time for more advanced techniques; they simply were not appropriate to display before the public at a moment like this.
Thus, Kamishiro Hagoromo, who had drawn so much attention throughout this war, first swept dramatically over the battlefield at low altitude. Then, without warning, the Summoning Beast beneath his feet vanished, and he came flailing out of the sky.
He became even more conspicuous.
Fortunately, he was not afraid of heights, nor did he let out some pathetic scream. Objectively speaking, he remained fairly calm. A straight drop of seven or eight meters would not cause any serious injury to an ordinary ninja. From a taxonomic perspective, ninja were the sort of humans who could take a beating.
Bang!
The sound was not remotely dramatic. It was more like half a slab of pork being hoisted by two people and slammed hard onto a chopping block. Hagoromo hit the ground, and a small cloud of dust rose from where he rolled.
He clamped his legs together, protected his head, and curled his body. Only after completing those proper movements did Hagoromo