Sen swayed in midair atop the Great Wood Dragon's head.
The wind whipped his red clothes against his belly.
He looked down at the Allied Shinobi Forces below, all wrapped in tree vines like huge white cocoons.
"Well, damn. These bastards sure are sleeping soundly."
Sen dug into his nostril with his pinkie and flicked away a dried booger flecked with dirt.
"I'm up here risking my neck fighting that old hag, and you lot are off dreaming."
He curled his lip and casually slapped his hands together in front of his chest.
The ten-thousand-meter-tall Divine Tree let out a long series of teeth-grating groans.
The glittering green veins across its rough bark suddenly spewed hot vapor.
The white vines wrapped around people sagged and fell like busted balls losing their air.
"Get your asses out of bed! Quit wetting yourselves in broad daylight!"
Sen roared at the top of his lungs, his voice crashing down along the massive trunk.
Splat.
Dozens of burly Kumogakure men plunged headfirst into a pit of rotten yellow mud.
Water mixed with stinking sludge splashed over their heads and faces.
"Cough, cough... blegh..."
Filthy water poured into their nostrils, choking them until they lay on the ground vomiting.
Ōnoki's old back slammed into a hard rock, leaving him grimacing and sucking in sharp breaths of pain.
"Who did that?! I'd just grown ten centimeters taller in my dream!"
He wiped the foul mud off his face and peered around with his cloudy old eyes.
Kakashi dragged his weak legs over and reached out to help him up.
"Wake up, old Tsuchikage. That height of yours isn't changing in this lifetime."
"You can have anything in a dream. Out here, all you get is mud."
Kakashi was panting with exhaustion himself, his forehead protector crooked