The Iwagakure group lay sprawled all over the ground, waking one after another only after a long while. Kitsuchi and Kurotsuchi exchanged a glance, recalling what had happened before they passed out, and shuddered. "The Sharingan's genjutsu really is terrifying! Grandpa!"
"Lord Tsuchikage!"
As Kitsuchi anxiously searched for his Tsuchikage father, the other Rock Ninja were calling out as well. Someone quickly spotted the tiny old man floating in midair.
Ōnoki rubbed his temples and flew around the area, but still found no trace of the man who claimed to be Madara Uchiha's younger brother. Greatly irritated, he descended and barked, "What are you making all that noise for? Now that you're awake, hurry up and find Roshi!"
Thus, the Rock Ninja continued rushing onward, weaving through forests and into the mountains as they searched for their village's reclusive Jinchuriki. He was said to be living in seclusion, but as Iwagakure's living weapon, how could he truly remain outside the village's watchful eye? The Tsuchikage would never allow a Jinchuriki to lose contact. Roshi regularly wrote to Ōnoki to report his whereabouts.
Kurotsuchi ran at full speed and asked quietly, "Where did that man go? With strength like that, could he really be the legendary... Madara Uchiha's younger brother?"
At the mention of Madara Uchiha's name, she instinctively paused in hesitation. "He defeated us so easily, yet let us go just as easily before disappearing. What exactly does that mean?"
"What do you mean, he defeated us easily?!" The old Tsuchikage flying overhead flew into a rage. Was this really his own granddaughter? Why was she blurting out such blunt truths?
If that bastard did not have that bizarre technique that absorbed ninjutsu and countered his strongest Dust Release...
If he were not so old that his taijutsu had become