Facing the cold wind, Sen crouched on the old roof tiles and hunched his neck.
He glanced sideways at the dozen or so suicide operatives below and sighed.
"Lady Fifth, see that? They say they're going to slaughter us right here."
Sen spat out the grass root in his mouth, his tone lazy.
"Hmph, Danzo's dead as a doornail, and these bastards are still acting like rabid dogs."
Tsunade kept both hands tucked inside her sleeves and spat on the ground.
"Sen, get to work! Don't hit their faces. Leave a few for hard labor."
"By Lord Danzo's final command! Kill!"
The Elite Jonin leading the Root operatives roared and kicked off hard.
Muddy water splashed as a dozen black shadows swooped toward the roof like crows.
Coldly gleaming kunai and poisoned senbon rained down on them.
Sen slowly extended both hands, without even bothering to form hand seals.
"Fine, then. You just had to stir up trouble in the middle of the night."
He lightly curled his fingers downward, and chakra shuddered.
Rumble.
The abandoned mansion's soot-blackened wooden doors and mud walls shattered instantly.
Dozens of thorny green vines shot out of the Mud Flats, writhing wildly in midair.
The vines whipped through the air with a piercing whistle and smashed the kunai apart.
"Wood Release! Fall back!"
The lead Elite Jonin reeled in shock and kicked off, trying to escape with Wind Release.
But before he had risen even half a foot, a vine clamped tightly around his calf.
Coarse bark scraped against his flesh, leaving a burning sting.
"Get down here. You can't even jump as high as the toads in my fields."
Sen tugged a finger, and the vine yanked downward.
Thud.
The lead Elite Jonin slammed into the muck like a lifeless sack, splashing foul