Men on both sides

Uchiha Mai!

Roshi had fought Uchiha Mai more than once. How could he fail to recognize his voice? He immediately looked up toward its source.

In the gloomy forest, Uchiha Mai slowly emerged in a purple kimono, treading over mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. The famed blade Izumi no Kami Kanesada hung at his hip, its killing intent concealed.

"Where are Sato and the others?"

Roshi frowned slightly. Although he already had his suspicions, he asked anyway.

What if? What if Sato and the others had luck on their side and managed to escape?

"This isn't the first time we've fought."

Uchiha Mai said slowly, "The moment you saw me, you should have realized that you shouldn't ask that question.

"There are plenty of people in the Ninja World whom even I can't kill. Unfortunately, Sato and the others weren't among them."

Roshi clenched his fists slightly as anger rose within him. Some things were impossible to take calmly, even when he had prepared himself for them.

Those had been three Jonin—ninja of a rank that only one in a hundred could attain.

Since the war began, well over a dozen Jonin had died at Uchiha Mai's hands. His killing power rivaled a jinchuriki's.

"Uchiha Mai!"

Roshi growled in impotent fury. Then something occurred to him, and he sneered, "This is a first. This is the first time you haven't fled after killing Rock Shinobi, but stayed behind to meet me instead.

"Killing Hanzo must have sent your confidence through the roof. Do you think you can defeat me, a perfect jinchuriki?"

Roshi was indeed a perfect jinchuriki.

What did thirty years as a jinchuriki mean?

It meant that even if a jinchuriki couldn't achieve complete harmony with his tailed beast, he could still make perfect use of