Kawamura Masahiko had been an outstanding spy embedded in Kirigakure for many years. There was no doubt that his abilities had once been solid.
This referred to his adaptability and ability to complete missions, not his frontal combat strength.
As for combat power, with his current frail, aged body, it would already be impressive if he could exert the strength of a chunin. He simply could not influence the battle.
Since brute force would not work, he needed to outwit them.
"This old man hasn't spent all these years in Kirigakure for nothing!"
Over his close-fitting ninja clothes, he put on his loose outer robe again, disguising himself as an ordinary fisherman.
"Let me think. Between the Three-Tails and the Six-Tails, which one would be better?"
From his casual tone, the tailed beasts feared by ninety-nine percent of ninjas seemed to be nothing more than lambs at a market, ready for the slaughter. He even had the leisure to pick and choose.
"With Karatachi Yagura around, even if the Three-Tails went berserk, it would quickly be suppressed. It might not achieve the effect I want, so I'll choose the Six-Tails."
Kawamura Masahiko carried a small bucket of fresh fish and left his home.
On the battlefield elsewhere, after Kuriarare Kushimaru, wielding [Longsword: Nuibari], joined the fight, Hatake Sakumo's speed was greatly restricted.
"Longsword Ninja Art: Earth Spider Stitch!"
Kuriarare Kushimaru drove [Nuibari] into the ground, and the numerous steel wires hidden within the ninja blade immediately formed a killing array across the ground, much like caltrop lines.
The incredibly thin wires were difficult to see with the naked eye, and beneath the dim moon and stars, Hatake Sakumo could slice his legs open with a moment's carelessness. To avoid injury, he had no choice but to slow down.
But as