The battle in the cedar forest had been resolved single-handedly by Tobirama.
The elite Konoha shinobi watching from the branches were intensely envious, but there was nothing they could do.
They couldn't compete with him.
The combination of Flying Thunder God and Sealless Jutsu opened their eyes, making them even more convinced that Tobirama deserved his title as a master of ninjutsu.
When the Uchiha Clan's shinobi jumped down from the trees, their magnificent Sharingan made the Sugakure shinobi tense up. They had witnessed the entire battle just moments ago.
Just those eyes alone had forced the wandering shinobi to give up their sight.
With a swish, Tobirama appeared on the grass before the group. The bloodstained kunai in his left hand finally gave way and shattered.
He stared at the fragments scattered on the ground. It had been forged from Meteorite Iron.
But this was no time to feel sorry for it. Seeing the wounded groaning before him, he hurriedly called out, "Medical ninja!"
The tense, frantic treatment began.
Tobirama didn't ask about the secret techniques passed down in Sugakure. Instead, he carefully questioned them about the details of the attack.
"We let our guard down."
The leader of Sugakure, looking rather bedraggled, sat alone on the damp grass and blamed himself.
"We let our guard down."
Tobirama had lost his usual air of pride, too. The victories of the past few days had gone to his head.
"Captain!" A shinobi from the Yamanaka Clan brought important information from the wandering shinobi. "We've identified the attackers. They're from the Underground World."
"Looks like they're tired of living."
A Uchiha Clan shinobi in the crowd angrily snapped.
The Uchiha named Huoli nudged him with an elbow, telling him not to interrupt people so carelessly.
"We'll need the Uchiha Clan's help