Friends

"How pathetic." Madara looked at the densely packed ninjas dropping down like raindrops and spoke indifferently.

"Mm." Obito rather agreed. "The so-called hope they rely on simply doesn't exist. And now, their very existence will soon be the same."

"The Ten-Tails is about ready too." Madara raised his head to watch the ninjas and realized that this time, their target was him and Obito. He smiled. "Prioritizing the enemy commanders. The thinking isn't wrong."

Naruto stared at Madara, his Rasenshuriken already formed and ready to throw. As long as they took down Madara and Obito, the two controlling the Ten-Tails, this war could end.

Hearing Madara's words, Obito calmly continued, "But if you want to deal with us, you'll first have to stop the Ten-Tails."

The next moment, the Demonic Statue of the Ten-Tails' ten tails seemed to have been injected with stimulants, instantly swelling and bursting through the cement restraining it. Like a fountain, it surged out from the bottom of the pit. Fortunately, Ming Jing had reminded them beforehand, so one out of every three ninjas was assigned to defense. At the crucial moment, those ninjas protected their companions. Otherwise, that single attack alone could have wiped out a large swath of them.

"What's going on? Wasn't the Ten-Tails' movement already sealed off?" Kakashi watched the people who had been flung upward and asked in disbelief.

"That was only what we believed to be a seal. To the Ten-Tails, it may have merely made it slightly uncomfortable." Ming Jing formed a hand seal with one hand and unleashed Wind Release: Net, catching the flung ninjas to keep them from suffering secondary injuries when they hit the ground.

Sure enough, the Demonic Statue of the Ten-Tails rose from the pit. From the strange creature that had originally been sprawled