Allied Shinobi Forces Established

The cold wind echoed endlessly through the depths of the canyon.

Obito stared fixedly at the severed arm falling into the bottomless abyss, his Sharingan practically blazing with tangible fury.

Watching dozens of high-grade spare eyeballs go straight down the drain with his own eyes would make anyone's blood pressure spike.

What a complete waste.

But Obito did not dare linger there for even a second longer.

Chenshu Senju could grind a tough bastard like Danzo into the dirt. If this body of his took another kick, he would probably spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

"Just you wait."

Obito forced out those final words through gritted teeth.

The Mangekyo Sharingan in his right eye spun rapidly as the space around him swiftly twisted.

Spiral ripples swallowed his entire body whole.

Zetsu beside him was equally tactful. Its two pitcher-plant leaves snapped shut, and it burrowed straight into the depths of the earth with astonishing speed.

These rats hiding in the gutter were truly first-rate at running away.

Chenshu Senju boredly withdrew his gaze, having no intention of pursuing them.

He turned and glanced at Sasuke, who had just recovered beside him.

"Come on. Let's go see how those old men's discussion is going."

Without waiting for Sasuke to respond, Chenshu Senju was already striding back the way they had come.

Before long, the two of them entered the Five Kage Summit hall again, one after the other.

The venue, already battered and dilapidated, was now strangely quiet.

The walls around them still bore the massive holes Obito had smashed through when Chenshu Senju kicked him away, with cold wind howling in through the gaps.

Everyone in the hall had been speaking in low voices, but the moment they saw Chenshu Senju walk in, every movement