Among the many Jinchuriki, Killer Bee had it the best. After all, he had his big brother Ay's trust. Could any of the other Jinchuriki receive such treatment?
No matter what others said, Ay would trust Killer Bee. On that point alone, Killer Bee lived better than the other Jinchuriki.
Ay truly regarded Killer Bee as his brother. Though they were not blood brothers, their bond ran even deeper than that of real brothers.
Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought there was something odd between the two brothers. Neither had found a partner their entire lives, seemingly content to just make do together.
"Alright, alright."
After much conflicted thought, Ay ultimately had no choice but to compromise. Powerlessly, he agreed to let Killer Bee go out and help. If they could not even stabilize things now, how were they supposed to face the enemy's various methods later?
Over the past few days, the Allied Shinobi Forces had suffered grievous casualties. They simply would not be able to hold on much longer if this continued.
Anyone who had seen the original story knew that out of an army of one hundred thousand shinobi, how many were left by the time of the final battle? The number killed and wounded along the way had been staggering.
"What?! Big Brother wants me to go out and help?!"
Killer Bee, who had been confined, was still gloomily passing his days counting animals, using the animals to kill time. But in truth, he was deeply anxious, hoping he could leave this place.
Yet Big Brother's orders, repeated reminders, and warnings meant that no matter how anxious Killer Bee was, he could only obediently remain here.
He had not expected someone to suddenly tell him that he could leave and contribute to the village