The setting sun and rising moon coexisted beneath the same sky.
The blazing slanting sun sank beyond the horizon, casting its final afterglow. The rising moon hung high above the peak of the wooden tower protruding from the Ten-Tails' back. Its clear moonlight had been tainted by chakra into a red moon, exuding an ominous air.
Chomei stopped flapping his wings and hovered in place, waiting for the wooden mountain barreling toward them with a savage aura emanating from its body.
"It's huge!" Hashirama stood atop the insect armor, enjoying the gale brought by the wooden mountain. Looking at Kurama on his shoulder, he could not help teasing, "It's about ten times bigger than you at your peak."
"What nonsense are you spouting, idiot Hokage?!"
Suppressing the tremor in his heart, the Nine-Tails shot him a furious glare, his orange fur bristling as he retorted sharply.
"Hm?"
The sound squeezed from the silver-haired man's nose made the Nine-Tails obediently shut his mouth. He lay on Hashirama's shoulder and stared at the legendary Ten-Tails.
"Madara really knows how to have fun."
Hashirama stroked the Nine-Tails' fur and spoke to the people behind him with a smile on his face.
Reto, whose face was full of terror, dearly wanted to grab the Hokage by the collar. Setting aside the soul-shaking chakra pressure in the air, the Ten-Tails' mouth alone was filled with fangs as sharp as those of a Tailed Beast. He wanted to ask, was this what he meant by knowing how to have fun?
Every step the Ten-Tails took caused a violent tremor. Although they were high above the sky and could not feel the shockwaves, they could judge their intensity from the clouds of dust thrown up below.
Tobirama, who had been frowning all along, had no time to