On the First Division battlefield, the Ten-Tails' pressure was like an overturning sea, heavy and dark as it bore down upon the Allied Shinobi Forces' heads, leaving their limbs stiff and their breath caught.
In that brief instant, several hundred shinobi died at the hands of the clone army.
Only as the Ten-Tails' roar gradually faded did that oppressive pressure finally vanish!
Darui's expression darkened. He immediately contacted the intelligence room at the Allied Shinobi Forces' headquarters through mental communication and reported the situation here.
At the Allied headquarters.
Naruto still stood motionless, gazing toward the west.
"What's wrong?" Jiraiya looked at Naruto curiously.
"I just sensed Kurama's Chakra," Naruto said gravely. "It was only for an instant, but there's no way I was mistaken!"
"What?"
Jiraiya turned toward the west with a solemn expression and secretly used Sensory Ninjutsu. Yet even after exerting himself with all his might, he sensed nothing.
Logically, Naruto's sensory abilities should have drastically declined after losing the Nine-Tails. So why did they seem to be growing stronger and stronger instead?
"Hey, Senior Jiraiya, what are you doing?"
Houka slowly walked over from the side. "Naruto, you're awake."
"Uncle!" The moment Naruto saw Houka, he recalled that familiar presence from his spiritual world. He hurriedly asked, "Uncle, back in my spiritual world, you..."
Houka smiled. "Let's not talk about that yet. I came this time because I need to trouble you with something."
Naruto spoke with a serious expression. "Uncle, what are you talking about? Your business is my business!"
"Is that so? Good, good. Come on, Kabuto, draw some more, draw some more." Houka grinned as he pulled Naruto over. "Naruto, let me tell you, having blood drawn is good for your body. Even the Sage of Six Paths said: draw a tube