Appearing

The samurai arts passed down for countless years truly had some substance to them. Paired with a fine weapon, Mifune's strength was indeed impressive. No wonder he had been able to defeat the reanimated body of the "Demigod," Hanzo, in a single strike.

However, such a move consumed no small amount of energy. Mifune was, after all, an old man past sixty, and his body was nowhere near what it had been in his youth.

After using that powerful sword technique, Mifune had no choice but to stop and rest. Mizuki stepped forward again, buying time for the samurai leader to recover.

"This can't go on. The enemy has immortal bodies and unlimited chakra, while we're all flesh and blood. If we keep wearing each other down like this, it'll be very unfavorable for us."

Mifune, breathing heavily, was somewhat uneasy. All three of them were strong, and having powerful companions certainly made things easier, but their probing had shown that the enemy would not be easy to deal with.

"Don't rush. The enemy isn't weak. Battles between ninja aren't like those of samurai, where both sides unleash their ultimate moves and decide victory with one strike."

Ninja possessed all sorts of methods. When facing an opponent of similar strength, it was difficult to quickly determine the winner through a direct confrontation.

Having thoroughly loosened up, Jiraiya retreated into Mizuki's guarded range and began forming hand seals, preparing a large-scale ninjutsu.

"Mizuki, it's time to get serious. We can't let the enemy keep draining our stamina."

Mizuki nodded. This truly was not the time to waste.

The situation on the front lines was still unclear. The grueling war had already begun, and with Mizuki's intelligence-gathering abilities, he could monitor most of the battlefield at all times.

Although the White Zetsu