Whoosh—!
The branches trembled lightly, shaking loose several drifting leaves.
Uchiha Madara, standing atop a branch, vanished without a trace in an instant.
In the distance.
The fierce battle continued.
Facing the combined assault of three puppets, Uchiha Shingen was forced back again and again, looking rather disheveled for the moment.
These three puppets had originally been human puppets modified from Jonin of various villages. Not only had they retained their original techniques, but all three were controlled by Sasori alone, giving them an almost telepathic coordination.
Even Uchiha Shingen felt considerable pressure for a moment.
Clang—!
Kotetsu's blade steadily blocked the blades of two puppets. Uchiha Shingen drew a deep breath and was just about to counterattack when the Iwagakure human puppet, which had been holding back until now, threw another plain yet powerful punch.
A shockwave visibly rose from its fist.
It was not caused by strength alone, but by weight—the oppressive force brought by a weight far beyond what that body should have possessed.
This punch did not feel like flesh and blood. It was as heavy as a mountain!
Had Jiraiya or Minato been here, they would have recognized it at a glance. What this Iwagakure Jonin was using was precisely the Added-Weight Rock Technique, the technique Third Tsuchikage Ōnoki excelled at most.
This Iwagakure Jonin puppet was certainly no ordinary person.
"Tch—!"
Uchiha Shingen tilted his head aside to evade the Iwagakure human puppet's ferocious fist. Yet instead of retreating, he advanced, charging against all reason into the encirclement formed by the three puppets.
Sasori's gaze paused when he noticed this, then turned cold.
"So eager to die? Then I'll grant your wish!"
Sasori lightly curled his fingers, and countless mechanical arms suddenly burst from the three puppets, grabbing at Uchiha Shingen.
Purple smoke