The Iwa ninja fled in disarray under the Konoha ninja's pursuit. When they returned to camp and counted their numbers, they found that of the thirteen thousand who had set out, only nine thousand had come back. They had lost four thousand men.
The sight of those losses nearly made Kitsuchi spit blood. The others were furious and gloomy, and some were even frightened.
Rōshi, who had also made it back, received treatment while questioning his very existence.
Why had things turned out this way?
"Four-Tails, why did they make their Four-Tails look so cool, while you're so ugly?"
Rōshi had realized something important. How had they made that monkey look so cool, when the monkey inside his own stomach was hideous?
"Shut up!"
The words set the equally existentially troubled Four-Tails off. With a roar, he released his chakra and blasted Rōshi's consciousness out of the Sealing Space.
He had actually been wondering the same thing, and was even less able to accept that this cheap knockoff had surpassed the original.
Why had their monkey looked so cool, when his was so ugly?
"It's all because that old man of Six Paths had terrible taste."
After turning the matter over in his mind, Four-Tails decided that the root of the problem lay with the Sage of Six Paths. After all, the Sage of Six Paths had created the Nine Tailed Beasts.
If they looked ugly, that was naturally the Sage of Six Paths' fault.
"Next time, I'll make that despicable human go see the Sage of Six Paths."
After his existential crisis came anger. Next time, he would make sure to kill that despicable human and avenge the Kokuō who had died so tragically.
They had only been caught off guard this time. As long as they were careful