What did the world look like from above the atmosphere?
Rikusei could tell with absolute clarity—it smelled of scorching and burning.
The Seven-Tails descended even faster than a meteor. Its long body was encased in a sturdy Wood Release shell, with only six rapidly trembling wings and a tail thrust into the clouds left exposed.
The intense friction caused by gravity set the Wood Release shell ablaze, making it shine even brighter than a meteor streaking through the night.
"Mizukage-sama, hurry and use Water Style to put out the fire!"
The wooden interior was filled with a choking smell, and the suffocating shinobi hurriedly shouted.
"Tobirama, they're calling for you!"
Byakuren, whose upward-swept hair resembled a lion's mane, made a rare joke.
Tobirama's reputation for mastering Water Style had long spread throughout the Shinobi World.
Many troublemakers liked comparing him to the Mizukage, arguing over who was the true Mizukage.
"Don't use Water Style!"
A voice crackling with electricity rang out beside them.
It was the Raikage.
Lightning Release chakra already covered his body, and gleaming arcs of electricity danced restlessly around him.
Staring at the wooden shell piercing into the sunlight, he continued, "That won't solve the problem at all. The smoke will keep spreading afterward. I suggest that everyone release chakra together and cover Chomei and the Wood Release shell, stopping the flames from spreading."
"Is that the principle behind Lightning Release Chakra Mode?"
As Tobirama spoke, chakra poured from his body and condensed along his legs into a blue torrent, forming a blue protective layer over the insect carapace beneath his feet.
Hashirama, who was maintaining the wooden shell, looked back at the group releasing chakra in unison with gratification.
"Sage Jutsu!"
Markings instantly formed on his face, and his chakra surged like a vast sea, charging