"I understand, Sensei. With me here, there is no possibility of failure!"
The girl confidently clutched a scroll marked with white lettering and answered him. Monzaemon nodded, his eyes filled with admiration.
"Let our little Chiyo create a glory of her own! Let the spirit of the First Kazekage rest in peace!"
The sturdy Stone ninja defensive stronghold had walls four meters high and over five meters thick. It looked like an impregnable, terrifying beast ready to swallow anyone whole. No one would have wanted to charge it head-on. Standing three hundred meters away, Monzaemon stared grimly at the stone fortress and spoke to the kneeling ninjas behind him.
"We were born for the Land of Wind, and so we can die for the Land of Wind! Think of our fathers and fellow villagers living amid those harsh, sand-filled skies. Think of the children crying for food, yet lacking enough water to drink. If you do not want to keep thinking about such things, then bring forth the will to sacrifice your lives and fight for them! We must win!"
"Certain victory!"
"Now, follow me and charge! For the glory of the Land of Wind—the blade sharpened for ten years is finally drawn! Puppeteers!"
As soon as Monzaemon finished speaking, he charged ahead. A puppet appeared out of thin air before him, and he stepped on it, springing more than ten meters into the air. The ninjas rising behind him also summoned their puppets and accelerated forward. Before the gate, a massive puppet descended from the sky and shattered the thick gates in a single blow. Monzaemon's back suddenly split open, and puppets shaped like various animals shot out at high speed, forming a circle of more than ten around him. As though commanding the world with his fingers,