"Before I lose control, put away that slick tongue of yours. Also, aren't you worried about Kumogakure's ninja army?"
"You should know there's a huge gap between three thousand men and ten thousand."
Sometimes, numbers could decide everything. Just look at the Third Raikage. Weren't you ridiculously powerful?
Even the Tailed Beasts couldn't take you down, and you could clash head-on with them using that formidable body of yours—but send over ten thousand people, and they'd exhaust you to death!!
When numbers reached a certain advantage, individual strength became very powerless. Take Tsunade, for example—even Jiraiya, Orochimaru, White Fang, Minato, and the Third Hokage were no exception. Leading three thousand men into battle against over ten thousand enemies was a completely different concept.
If they dared charge into a crowd like that, even if they weren't injured, their own attacks would wear them out.
"If I wasn't confident, I wouldn't have brought people all the way here. Just sit back and watch. One Nine-Tails is enough to cancel out several thousand enemies."
Ronglin shrugged and didn't keep joking. He looked completely relaxed, as if he didn't take Kumogakure's ten thousand-plus men seriously at all.
And he wasn't wrong. A single Nine-Tails could match several thousand ninja from Kumogakure's army—maybe even surpass them.
Even if Kumogakure deployed the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki, Killer B, it would be no exception.
"Then I'll watch and see how you use the Nine-Tails to wipe out several thousand of their troops. You should know the other side has the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki available to fight."
Tsunade didn't know whether this was confidence or arrogance.
She could only wait and see the result like everyone else. Before the outcome appeared, no one could guarantee what would happen.
"You'll see."
That confident smile of Ronglin's made his intentions impossible to