In the forest, Killer B looked utterly miserable.
Though his body was covered in a dense layer of chakra, the savage flesh beneath his scorched, cracked skin remained clearly visible.
The sunglasses on his face, long since shattered beyond recognition, had somehow been fitted with their broken frame again. They hung crookedly from his face, as though concealing his utterly exhausted eyes.
He leaned against a large tree, his lungs wheezing like a broken bellows as he gasped violently, producing a piercing sound.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the equally battered yet resolute Raikage appeared at his side.
The Raikage glanced sideways at Killer B, who was leaning against the tree trunk, and clenched his fist tightly. His voice was heavy as he said, "None of that matters for now. How are you feeling, B!?"
Hearing the concern in the Raikage's voice, Killer B forced an ugly smile. He struggled to move his limbs, as though exhausting every ounce of his strength, then raised an arm and lightly aimed his fist at the Raikage.
"Don't worry, Big Bro. Our AB Duo won't go down that easily!"
At Killer B's words, much of the worry in the Raikage's eyes faded. He clenched his own fist and gently bumped it against Killer B's, his voice low and deep. "That's the spirit!"
As he said this, icy coldness flickered in his eyes, and he rasped in a piercingly hoarse voice, "If that's the case, then we must properly repay Las Noches for this generous gift they've given us!"
"The reason that man stopped us... their objective is probably Konoha..."
"If that's the case, then Kumogakure must get involved. I want to see just what schemes Las Noches is plotting!"
Hearing this, Killer B, who looked severely injured, could not help but