Behind him were Darui, Shi, the heads of Kumogakure's major clans, and several elite jonin-more than twenty of Kumogakure's strongest fighters in all.
They too unleashed their chakra at full strength, turning into streaks of colored light as they followed close behind, like moths hurtling toward the sun, their charge carrying the tragic resolve of those who would never return.
"For Kumogakure!!!"
Their roars echoed amid the thunder of lightning and chakra.
Liuyu hovered in the air, calmly watching the streak of lightning shooting up from below and the colorful yet tragic "meteor shower" behind it.
He did not so much as twitch an eyebrow. Reflected in his violet eyes was A's face, twisted with fury and grim resolve.
And clutched tightly in A's hand was an ancient-looking, gourd-shaped earthenware vessel, its surface shimmering with a faint amber glow.
The Amber Purifying Pot.
One of the ninja tools left behind by the Sage of Six Paths: Word Spirit Binding, Response Seal.
"Oh?" The corners of Liuyu's lips rose almost imperceptibly, as though he had spotted an amusing toy.
"The Amber Purifying Pot... Kumogakure really has spared no expense. You've even dragged out the antiques you kept hidden away."
Of course he knew Kumogakure possessed the so-called "Six Paths Tools."
Even setting aside the original story, his own perception, which transcended common sense, and his vague grasp of "causality" meant that the shinobi world held almost no secrets from him.
The Bashōsen, Shichiseiken, Benihisago, Kōkinjō, Amber Purifying Pot... these tools possessed strange powers in the legends.
He knew their mechanisms, their weaknesses, and even their approximate locations.
But he did not care.
Divine artifacts?
In the face of an absolute disparity in power and standing, how were these so-called divine artifacts any different from children's toys?
*Besides, with his current strength