Kushimaru Kuriarare, Ringo Ameyuri, Munashi Jinpachi, Jinin Akebino...
Watching the Seven Ninja Swordsmen—who had been utterly arrogant, overbearing, high-spirited, and smug beyond measure—not even able to put up the slightest resistance as they were sealed before Houka, Kitsuchi, Kurotsuchi, and the Second Division shinobi around them were all dumbfounded.
After all these years, had his strength really become this terrifying?
Kitsuchi had clashed with Houka several times during the Third Shinobi World War. Back then, he had even been able to suppress Houka, but now...
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen, whom he could not fight even with all his strength, crumbled like clay chickens and porcelain dogs before Houka, shattered in a single blow.
Thinking about it carefully, Kitsuchi realized that his time fighting Houka during the Third Shinobi World War had truly been the pinnacle of his life.
Too bad he hadn't had that realization back then. Otherwise, he could have fought him a few more times.
While Kitsuchi was sighing inwardly, the morale of the Second Division had soared wildly after Houka sealed four of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen in succession. More than ten thousand shinobi seemed to have been injected with Dongpeng and Red Bull at once, their blood boiling as they howled and launched a fierce counterattack. They hurled every powerful ninjutsu they had into the clone army as though Chakra cost nothing, fired all kinds of ninja tools wildly as if they were free, and in less than two minutes, Lady Luck, that little bitch, lifted her miniskirt at the Second Division shinobi as though saying, "Come on, come on! Just a little farther and you can bang me~ Do your best~"
"The tide of battle... has turned!"
Kurotsuchi struggled to shift her gaze away from the Seven Ninja Swordsmen and toward the surrounding battlefield. Her