Natsuki and Minato swiftly flew near the southern battlefield using the Flying Thunder God.
"I never thought I might become dead weight," Minato said with a smile.
Natsuki shrugged. "You just won't be as free to move around. It's only a precaution."
"If you used the Nine-Tails' power to strengthen so many people, you'd exhaust yourself to death."
"You're not a babysitter."
As he spoke, he cast the Ultra-Light-Weight Rock Technique on Minato and flew into the air.
At that moment, Inoichi Yamanaka's voice rang in Natsuki and Minato's ears.
"Lord Natsuki, Lord Fourth Hokage, the White Zetsu vanguard is southeast of your current position."
"The Mizukage, Deidara, and Konan should arrive in roughly twenty minutes."
There was no one from the Yamanaka Clan beside Natsuki, so he could not reply. He merely made a gesture toward the sky to indicate that he understood.
Then he grabbed Minato and flew over.
As they drew closer, Natsuki saw the sea of White Zetsu below—or rather, Poison White Zetsu?
Not only had the White Zetsu's bodies turned dark red—
The liquid dripping onto the ground also gave off a pungent, fishy stench.
Tens of thousands of those things densely packed together were advancing toward the heart of the Shinobi World Allied Forces.
Natsuki's brows knitted tightly. Had the White Zetsu mutated?
This was troublesome. Those things looked poisonous at a glance.
"Minato, you do it. We need to bring one back quickly for dissection and testing."
Minato understood the importance of it and flashed down.
An orange-yellow Chakra cloak emerged around him at the same time, and a giant claw reached down.
The White Zetsu below had not grown much stronger.
They only had time to cry out in alarm.
"It's the Fourth Hokage! Ah!"
Then they were seized in the Nine-Tails