Minato listened respectfully to Aizen's words, watching as his gaze remained fixed on the direction Jiraiya and the others had gone. He said nothing more.
But just then.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" ...
From beyond the enormous, pockmarked boulder came a sudden flurry of sounds slicing through the air.
Aizen and the others remained calm, as if they hadn't noticed the obvious commotion at all.
Suddenly.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" ...
Several oddly shaped ninja tools suddenly shot toward Aizen and the others. Faced with the sudden attack, Aizen stood where he was, a faint smile playing on his lips, seemingly unaware of the dense shadows in the air.
However, Sasori and Minato, standing beside Aizen, frowned slightly, adding a hint of life to their expressionless faces.
Sasori's youthful face turned slightly cold. He glanced at the mass of dark shapes and spoke calmly.
"No matter where we go, there are always so many fools who don't know when to quit."
As he spoke, he gently spread the fingers of all five hands. Several dazzling, fiery-blue Chakra Threads began to dance around him.
"Puppet Secret Art: Thousand Machine Ink Restraint!"
As his cold words fell, the Chakra Threads beside him suddenly darted toward the weapons hurtling at the three of them, moving like nimble little snakes.
"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!" ...
In an instant, a dense series of faint sounds rang out across the field. The weapons touched by the Chakra Threads stopped dead.
The next moment, under Sasori's control, hundreds of dark weapons abruptly flew back the way they had come.
The sight of the dark shapes hanging motionless in the air before suddenly surging back was truly astonishing!
"Ah!"
As the weapons shot back, a chorus of screams suddenly came from the other side of the rocky mountain!
Yet even these