The Final Battle

Facing Clones, freaks, and giant beasts, could ordinary ninja alone win?

They could. Of course they could. But there was no hope of reducing casualties.

After all, their enemies were a group that did not fear death, a group that could regenerate.

So there was a group of people preparing to set out, specifically to deal with those things.

Ever since Grell Fortress had been moved to the United Nations headquarters, the area it occupied had become the Akatsuki's base, as well as its training ground.

There was a squad here that, if ordinary people saw it, they definitely would not be able to help laughing.

It was too ridiculous, too funny.

What were they training in?

All day long, they practiced only one thing.

Swinging their blades!

Thousands of times, tens of thousands of times!

One day, two days, ten days, half a month, a year, five years...

No one knew how long it had been. Ever since they began training, their only training subject had been swinging their blades.

The blades were long and slender, the same as Mikazuki Munechika, which Ruri had once used.

As a combat unit, their chakra was not weak; at the very least, they were all chunin. But their training was truly strange.

It was neither taijutsu nor ninjutsu. To call it Kenjutsu—whose Kenjutsu was trained like this, by practicing only blade swings?

And not only did they practice nothing but blade swings, even the angle of the swing never changed. They cut down diagonally, forever at that exact same angle without the slightest variation.

Their leader was Crimson Lotus, and every one of them was a War Orphan.

Quite a few of them had appeared in the video played during the first United Nations General Assembly.

They hated war, but they had