Shukaku's voice faded, replaced by Bunpuku's aged voice.
"Master Bunpuku, is there anything else you would like to entrust to me?"
Xuanhui deeply admired the monk before him. Locked in a cell that never saw daylight, he still kept the common people in his heart.
"Young man, I ask for nothing else. When the crucial moment comes, everything will fall into place."
Bunpuku closed his eyes again and pressed his palms together.
His body was imprisoned here, but his spirit seemed to be soaring through the heavens.
"Stay true to your heart... I have spent more than forty years doing just that...
Shukaku has placed his hopes in you. I, too, hope that peace will come..."
Master Bunpuku's lips closed tightly as well.
He was like a statue.
"How did it go, Xuanhui?"
Xuanhui stepped outside, and every senior official turned to look at him.
Xuanhui looked at no one else, only the Third Kazekage.
"Leave the Tailed Beast Bomb to me."
Gold dust and wreckage littered the battlefield between the Hidden Sand Village and the Hidden Cloud Village.
Rasa and the Third Raikage faced each other from a distance. The two sides had been at a standoff for some time.
Rasa's forces could not push through, and the Third Raikage's forces could not break in.
The two sides had entered a strange deadlock.
The Third Raikage seemed to be regrouping his forces, preparing to charge through in one push.
That was why Rasa was anxious to deploy the One-Tail Jinchuriki.
Pakura also stood atop the wall, gazing at the Hidden Cloud Village's army with her fists clenched, her thoughts unreadable.
"Someone's there!"
A sensory ninja from the Hidden Sand Village suddenly pointed to the top of the cliff.
At that shout, everyone looked toward the black figure