"Alright, I won't do much more with the rest. This is also a trial for Konoha's ninjas. They haven't experienced war in many years; I hope they haven't forgotten."
Minato understood as well, so he said nothing.
Torikaze could have set up countless traps and directly wiped out all the enemies, but what would be the point of that?
Konoha's ninjas would never gain experience, and their strength would only grow weaker and weaker.
In the end, they would become completely dependent on Torikaze.
"Alright, the enemy will probably arrive in a few hours. My premonition is growing stronger and stronger."
Minato grew tense at those words. "Do the formations need any further adjustments?"
Torikaze shook his head. "No, they're already quite good. Although the forces on both flanks are weaker, there are many Kage-level ninjas among them. They'll be enough to hold the line."
"You've done very well."
All the ninjas had already taken their positions, ready for battle at any moment.
Though none of them liked war, there was not a single coward among them.
Unlike the previous wars, this time, there was no retreat behind them.
Just a thousand meters behind them were their parents, relatives, friends, and the home they had lived in for decades.
The enemy had invaded their homeland. They had no path of retreat and could only fight to the end.
Minato used Flying Thunder God to arrive above the city walls, throwing a great number of Flying Thunder God Kunai across the battlefield.
Minato's ninjutsu meant he was not the sort of ninja who could charge directly onto the battlefield.
Surveying the overall situation and continuously using Flying Thunder God to weaken the enemy while supporting his allies was Minato's best method of fighting.
Of course, he also had the ability to