Temporary Camp Outside Amegakure

"Orochimaru!"

Hatake Kakashi turned his head to see a pale-faced woman holding binoculars, her head lowered as she stared at his eye socket where he had lost his eye and been bandaged up.

Though he did not know why he had turned into a woman, that unique aura belonging solely to Orochimaru had never changed; once seen, it could never be forgotten.

"Hatake Kakashi..." Orochimaru's lips curved into a smile, pointing aside at Jiraiya and asking:

"How did the two of you slink out of Amegakure like whipped dogs?"

Jiraiya's gaze at the moment was not on Kakashi, but rather on another familiar figure, the person he had been thinking of day and night.

"Tsunade..." he softly called out.

"It's already a good thing those two weak and clumsy fellows managed to scramble out of there, Orochimaru."

Tsunade was holding a pair of binoculars, observing the final battle unfolding inside Amegakure, until Jiraiya shamelessly sidled up to her, at which point she violently reached out and shoved him away.

Having canceled Sage Mode and fought for an entire night, Jiraiya was covered in wounds, and being able to support Kakashi all the way here meant he had hardly any stamina left.

Though he had no particularly severe injuries, Jiraiya's old injuries beneath the surface were even numerous, requiring meticulous treatment and maintenance.

"Ni Yunfeng, ordinary eyeballs, even in times of war, Konoha's medical system will not have any reserves, let alone you people."

"Shizune, go grab a Sharingan, our Copy Ninja needs a new eye right now!" he said with a smile.

The people inside the tent were fully focused, while Jiraiya and Uchiha were also captivated by the imagery on the screen.

A voice tinged with a hint of petulance suddenly rang in Uchiha's ear. He whipped his head