Reto stepped forward and stared into his eyes. "Who can blame you, when you're Uchiha Madara?"
"Heh." Uchiha Madara chuckled, seeming to agree with him. "Have you prepared the testing ground, too?"
Testing.
The word weighed on their hearts once more, and their defiant arrogance was plain for all to see. Ishikawa floated into the air and said solemnly, "Follow me."
The crowd surged into motion, streaking like meteors across the mountains as they followed the five men toward the battlefield.
Left behind, Rikusei gazed up at the black streaks of light in the sky and fell into thought. Did he really have so little presence?
The constant sounds of the Body Flicker Technique in his ears seemed to urge him on: hurry up and grab a spot, or he'd miss out on everything.
When the ninja arrived, they displayed an unusually high level of discipline. Under the watch of masked ninja, they maintained a relatively safe distance.
Sitting on a mountainside, Rikusei glanced at the patterns on their masks. They all bore images of rocky crags and mountain ranges. He curled his lip. They'd managed to copy Konoha's style and still botch it—clearly, they hadn't learned a thing from its sense of beauty.
Looking down at the crowd at the foot of the mountain, the colorful ninja uniforms resembled blossoms scattered across the mountains. He couldn't help thinking, If only I'd come earlier, I could've struck a deal with the Tsuchikage and made a fortune.
The Tsuchikage's side would provide the extras and the venue, while Rikusei's side would provide the main event.
One ticket per person to watch the Four Kage take on a single opponent. The tickets could be divided into three tiers: excellent views, good views, and average views.
Worried about being affected by the shock