Urashiki's Crane Form

The moment Jiraiya and the young Sasuke's feet landed on the relatively intact glazed roof tiles on the east side of the stands, the faint tremor beneath them made both of them lock their gazes on the roof from moments before.

That roof had been crushed under more than a dozen enormous black cubes and had already become a field of ruins.

Rubble piled up like mountains, and snapped trunks and branches jutted out like the bones of a dying beast. Thick dust was still slowly rising, obscuring their sight, but the savage, vast tailed-beast chakra lingering in the air was like a beacon in the dark.

The young Sasuke looked up. Beneath his slanted bangs, his Rinnegan turned slightly, its purple ripples reflecting the chaotic dust.

He had lived through countless brutal battles, fought more than one Otsutsuki, and seen all manner of unimaginable abilities. Although he was shocked by the strength Menma had shown, he did not think Menma would die so easily.

That posture of handling things with ease, of meeting Urashiki's and Jigen's attacks head-on with sheer, massive chakra—he had only been able to do that when fighting alongside Naruto.

"An attack like that..." Cold sweat seeped across Jiraiya's forehead.

If those things had smashed into Konoha... he almost did not dare imagine it!

The young Sasuke's voice was low. "An attack of that level still isn't enough to..."

"Mm." Jiraiya nodded gravely, the tips of his windswept white hair stained with the ash drifting over.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jiraiya swept a glance toward the other side of the ruins.

"Cough, cough... That really was... a rough method."

A teasing voice came from within the dust.

Immediately afterward, a huge white snake struggled up from the ruins and raised its head, opening