With the Third Raikage A joining the fight, the poor little kitty did not even get two words out before being tied up like a twisted rope.
Watching the scene, Rinto slowly let out a breath and collapsed to the ground.
It was over!
A whole month of preparation and planning had finally come to an end.
Thinking of this, Rinto hardened his heart and calmly snapped his own left arm.
Gathering intelligence, selecting the target, scouting the location, stockpiling Shadow Clones, painstakingly training Flying Thunder God, calculating the timing, provoking the Tailed Beasts—he had made it this far step by step. One wrong move, and it would all have been lost.
Moreover, with Kumogakure now on alert, they would definitely conduct a thorough internal investigation of their ninja.
When that happened, Rinto would have no choice but to activate Plan B.
And Plan B was to use the power of the two Tailed Beasts to launch a direct assault.
A direct assault would inevitably cause large numbers of civilian deaths. For someone who still retained a shred of conscience, that was not something to be happy about.
A ninja's fate was to kill enemies or be killed by them. That was an unchangeable fact.
Therefore, Rinto felt no psychological burden when dealing with Kumogakure's ninja, nor did he show them any mercy.
Most importantly, Rinto rejected such a brainless method from the bottom of his heart.
To put it simply: elegance! It had to be elegant!
Even if they were gathering at the village entrance with cement in tow, they still had to fix their hair before going!
Before long, Rinto, who had won without lifting a finger while lying on the ground, was found by a group of deeply grateful Kumogakure ninja.
They looked at his pale face,