As the formation of the several thousand Snow Ninja under his command spread out completely.
On the opposite side.
The Konoha forces preparing for battle came into Naruto and the others' view at just that moment. In particular, the two figures standing at the very front, one clad in red armor and the other in deep blue armor, had faces and outfits so familiar—and their chakra erupted with such overwhelming force—that the older Snow Ninja in their ranks all widened their eyes. They could not suppress the storm of emotions surging within them.
"The First of Konoha?"
"Then is the other one the Second Hokage?"
"How is this possible!?"
"Wait, don't they look like they're dead?"
"Could it be some kind of special jutsu!?"
The Snow Ninja who recognized the faces and outfits of the First and Second Hokage could hardly hold back the stir they caused among the ranks. A trace of fear showed on each of their faces.
But it lasted only for an instant.
"Heh, what an imposing entrance. First, Second Hokage of Konoha, are you trying to flaunt the might of the village that once stood above all others? But to me, this sort of display is nothing more than bluster masking weakness!"
At the front of the formation.
The golden figure stepped forward.
His white cloak fluttered in the wind.
And when that familiar, gentle voice reached the ears of every Snow Ninja,
the unease stirring in their hearts quickly settled.
Looking at Naruto's tall, straight figure at the front, the thousands of Snow Ninja were brimming with confidence. The frenzied scarlet gleam deep in their eyes showed just how exalted and important their Snow Shadow was to them!
Even when facing the First—Senju Hashirama, who had once brought an end to an age of