After splitting himself, Mu hid.
Kabuto Yakushi sighed. This was good enough for now.
Next, he could fish in troubled waters.
On the battlefield, dozens of coffins emerged from the sand.
"Be careful, kid!"
"Don't worry, seniors. My mission is pretty much complete.
Now let's leave the battlefield to the younger generation."
Nawaki walked over to Xuanhui and began helping him seal the others.
Xuanhui leaned close to Nawaki's ear and whispered a few words.
Nawaki raised his eyebrows, creasing his forehead.
"Brother Xuanhui... are you sure you want to do this?"
"It's fine! I'll be here watching."
"All right..."
Since Xuanhui had said so, Nawaki could only agree.
"Wood Release: Palm-Heart Buddha Kingdom!"
Four Buddhas, each over three meters tall and bearing Sanskrit inscriptions on their palms, rose from the ground to the east, south, west, and north.
At the center of the Buddhas' palms, the six were pressed together, Sanskrit inscriptions crawling over their bodies.
"It worked..."
Nawaki wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, his breathing slightly labored.
He looked to the side, where figures were scrambling out of the many coffins.
"I'll leave these to you. I need to rest for a bit."
Xuanhui gave them a quick glance, then handed the task off to the others.
"They're all nobodies. Probably failed specimens the enemy picked up from the battlefield."
Sure enough, the moment they appeared, their ranks fell into disarray.
The remaining Allied Shinobi Forces swarmed forward, charging at the other ninja revived through Impure World Reincarnation.
Obito snorted coldly, his thoughts unreadable.
Just as he was at a loss, Obito suddenly looked up toward the east.
Elsewhere, Black Zetsu, who was tasked with kidnapping the Daimyō and was locked in a battle of wits with Rasa, also looked east.
"The Jinchūriki... have appeared!"