Intelligence on One Hundred Thousand White Zetsu

Deep within a muddy pit in Thunder-Thunder Canyon, a heavy stench of blood rapidly spread through the damp air.

Kisame Hoshigaki lay sprawled miserably in the muck, half his face smeared with crimson blood and mud.

His once-sturdy nose had been completely smashed, and several broken shark teeth had fallen from his mouth, glaring conspicuously amid the muddy water.

His toughness was practically maxed out—he had taken such a solid punch and still had not died on the spot.

Chenshu Senju stood at the edge of the pit and leisurely rolled his wrist.

Kisame clenched his teeth tightly. A tearing pain came from his chest, and every breath brought up a spray of fine bloody foam.

His proud speed underwater had been completely neutralized, and the Great Exploding Water Colliding Wave he had considered his trump card had been brutally broken through.

There was no escaping. The moment he moved even slightly, that black shinobi boot smeared with mud would definitely crush his spine.

A fierce, resolute gleam shone from his small, eyebrowless eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, Kisame abruptly brought his bloodied hands together.

An extremely weak stream of chakra flowed through his palms and struck the puddle before him.

"Summoning Jutsu!"

Several clouds of white smoke burst from the muddy water, and four enormous dark-blue sharks appeared out of thin air.

The moment these vicious-looking beasts emerged, they did not attack the enemy in front of them at all.

Instead, they turned their massive bodies, opened their gaping mouths full of sharp teeth, and viciously tore into Kisame's shoulders and legs.

Large chunks of flesh were instantly ripped away, yet Kisame only gave a muffled groan and allowed the sharks to chew him apart.

Since he was doomed anyway, he might as well send himself off and let