At the same time, he needed time to adapt to the new Bloodline Snare power, which would make the battles ahead more convenient.
Besides, there was no need for him to handle this fodder personally. Otherwise, what was the point of raising all those lackeys?
"Finally, I can kill to my heart's content."
Zabuza Momochi, who had long since grown impatient, charged out with a savage grin and his blade in hand. This time, he could finally slaughter without restraint.
Mangetsu Hozuki also charged in, and naturally, the people of the Heavenly Ninja Country did not lag behind.
Although the ninja army revived by Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto in the future numbered in the hundreds of thousands, with every one of them a jonin-level expert, they were merely countless deceased ninjas accumulated from the founding of the Ninja Sect until the present.
However, the individuals on the Heavenly Ninja Country's side were far stronger. Even the weakest were Kage-level, and every one of them possessed bloodline abilities. Sasuke Uchiha and Uzumaki Naruko, in particular, had combat power infinitely close to Six Paths level.
Thus, the battle remained utterly one-sided. Quality completely crushed quantity—or rather, once strength reached a certain level, numbers truly became nothing more than a figure.
Just as when the Allied Shinobi Forces faced Uchiha Madara, a casual attack from him could wipe out countless people.
"Battle still can't be avoided."
Senju Hashirama sighed. Though he did not fully understand the situation, those people were clearly enemies. They wanted to kill his granddaughter's husband and even destroy the present Heavenly Ninja Country. That was not something he wanted to see.
"Big Brother, trust the young ones."
Tobirama Senju spoke, with no intention of taking action.
They were all old relics. There was no need to compete with the