Obito Uchiha turned his head and stared at Pain, who was fiercely battling Jiraiya in the distance.
The fury in his heart grew wildly like untamed weeds.
The original plan had been perfect.
With the allied armies of the four nations pressing down on them and Konoha left vulnerable within, they only needed to sneak into Konoha without a sound and capture Kushina, the Nine-Tails' jinchuriki.
Simple and efficient.
But that bastard Nagato had insisted on playing god!
He had insisted on standing high in the sky to deliver some long-winded "god's speech," and insisted on unleashing that flashy Shinra Tensei.
In the end, they had not even touched a hair on the Nine-Tails, yet they had driven Minato Namikaze into a corner.
They had forced him to create some Flying Thunder God Formation and toss everyone, tailed beasts included, into this godforsaken corner of the Land of Wind.
Obito gritted his teeth.
What kind of mess was this?
Even if they killed Minato Namikaze and the rest here today,
they would still have to make the long journey back to Konoha to capture the Nine-Tails.
That round trip would waste who knew how much of his energy and chakra.
It was utterly idiotic.
Orochimaru watched Obito's dark, shifting expression.
A trace of amusement flashed through his golden snake eyes.
He slowly turned around.
His pale face leaned closer as his gaze swept Obito from head to toe with an exceedingly strange look.
Orochimaru stretched out his long tongue and licked his dry lips, his voice hoarse and eerie.
"Looks like Lord Madara is in quite a hurry too."
Orochimaru spread his hands, looking rather helpless.
"Actually, I still have an exceptionally special reanimated body on hand."
"I can absolutely guarantee its combat power."
Orochimaru deliberately paused, a hint of