Bang—crack!
Just as Hanzo and Danzo were busy buttering each other up, a red figure slammed hard into the ground beside them.
"Can you two stop chatting for a second? The Third Tsuchikage isn't dead yet!"
Covered in dust, Shu lay flat on his back, face to the sky. If he had not still had a few puppets to control, he absolutely would have given each of these two guys a smack.
"Huh? Impossible. I aimed that slash at his old wound. There's no way he could—"
Danzo's expression froze when he heard that. He was very confident in his swordsmanship. That strike just now had absolutely been a precise finishing blow. Even if Ōnoki did not die, he definitely should not have been feeling well.
"Heh. Your intelligence is a little out of date."
Hearing Ōnoki's vigorous clarification, Danzo turned toward the voice and was shocked to find him lively as ever, trampling over Shu's surviving Puppet Knights. The vicious wound at his waist had already healed.
"Nani? Weren't your kidneys shattered?"
Crack—!
"I found a highly skilled doctor. The current me lacks nothing!"
Casually crushing the cores of two Puppet Knights, Ōnoki turned his head, his voice full of pride after reclaiming his virility.
"Hurry up and lend a hand! I only have these last two puppets left!"
Shu looked heartbroken at the two puppets reduced to scrap metal. In less than a minute, he had lost six extremely expensive knight puppets in succession. A preliminary estimate put his losses at over ten billion.
"How long until your reinforcements arrive?"
Danzo glanced at the Seven-Tails and Nine-Tailed Knight puppets struggling to hold on in the battlefield, then turned and asked Hanzo beside him.
With Senju Hi Shin still absent, all he could do now was place his hopes