The Nine Tailed Beasts, Each Different

Kirigakure, one of the five great powers of the shinobi world, was being battered by a torrential downpour, and everyone within it was in a different mood.

Those on Tobi's side were cursing up a storm. Few of them had come from the Land of Water to begin with. Fighting the Mist Ninja in the fog had already been difficult enough, and now it was raining on them too. Wasn't this driving them straight into a dead end?

The Mist Ninja, on the other hand, were delighted. They fought with even greater fervor. Using the heavy rain to their advantage, countless Mist Ninja surged into the enemy formation like sharp blades, slicing apart their battle lines one by one and dividing them for encirclement.

Of course, there was another group whose mood was far from pleasant, even though they too were Mist Ninja.

"This is bad. We need to stop the Three-Tails immediately."

A Kirigakure elite jonin wiped his face. Though the rain swiftly covered his features again, the trace of worry in his expression was clearly seen by those beside him.

"That won't be easy. The people on the other side aren't easy to deal with."

Another Kirigakure elite jonin could not help but give a bitter smile.

It wasn't that they didn't want to rush over. They simply could not get away.

Konoha rogue ninja Orochimaru, Sunagakure rogue ninja Sasori of the Red Sands, and another man who appeared to be from Takigakure—each of them was no less dangerous than the Three-Tails. The moment those three appeared, they inflicted enormous casualties upon the Mist Ninja forces. Only when Kirigakure's elite jonin arrived were their killings brought to a stop.

Of course, Orochimaru and the others could not hold these Kirigakure elite jonin back, so they could leave whenever