Hashirama and Madara's battlefield lay at the center of the plain. The land, repeatedly crushed by their two powers, no longer resembled its original state.
The Wood Dragon wreathed in golden light and the Long Halberd cloaked in crimson flames clashed relentlessly, each collision unleashing a tremendous wave.
The Allied Shinobi Forces fell back several kilometers in unspoken coordination, avoiding the shock waves from the two titans' battle.
The White Zetsu army followed, and the two sides plunged into fierce combat on the plain far from those two titans...
Though the White Zetsu army did not fear death, the Allied Shinobi Forces clearly held the advantage in overall fighting strength.
The shinobi from the six great nations were all battle-hardened elites, far beyond the White Zetsu, who fought on instinct alone.
With the Land of Rice's air force and Deidara providing suppressing fire overhead, the Allied Shinobi Forces swept forward unstoppably. Everything was going their way.
...Provided one ignored the friendly fire from the explosive clay.
"Hey! You blond brat from Iwagakure, what the hell are you doing?! Aren't we on the same side?!
Watch where you're aiming, you bastard!!"
A shinobi from the Sand Village narrowly dodged a bomb that landed beside his feet.
He rolled twice across the ground and clambered out of the crater, covered in dirt. As he fought the White Zetsu still charging at him, he shouted angrily at the sky.
Lying on the back of his giant clay bird, Deidara heard the shouting below and contemptuously raised his middle finger at them.
"Shut up. You pests were the ones who got in the way of my artistic creation first.
If you don't want to get blown up, watch out for yourselves. Stop spoiling this artist's fun."
"You!!"
Before the Sand Village shinobi could spit