"Again! I haven't enjoyed myself this much in years! Hahahaha!"
Black Zetsu stood on a rise in the distance, his tendrils wrapped around Naori as he watched the two giants fight.
Naori's Sharingan locked on the golden figure atop the Wood Golem. Her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Her lips trembled, but no sound came out.
Black Zetsu glanced down at her. "Don't be impatient. Once Lord Madara wins, you can see his corpse with your own eyes."
Naori's eyes reddened.
The Tomoe in her Sharingan spun wildly, as though straining to break free of something.
But Black Zetsu's seal and Madara's Genjutsu held her down. She still couldn't move.
She desperately wanted to help Mirai, but all she could do was remain trapped here, hating how powerless she was.
On the distant plain, the Wood Golem and Susanoo collided again.
The Wood Dragon coiled around Susanoo's arm. The Wood Golem's massive fist slammed into its blue armor, while the glow of a Tailed Beast Ball and golden-white wind blades flashed between Susanoo's four swords.
Every clash between the giants shook the ground. Far away, the villagers of Takigakure crouched with their hands over their heads, praying for the disaster to end.
Mountains crumbled! The earth shook!
Takigakure's Current Village Chief and the Seven-Tails Jinchuriki stood on high ground, silent for a long time.
Cold sweat beaded on their foreheads. They knew these were no monsters, nor was this the end of the world.
It was two High-Ranked Ninja fighting.
But could human beings really fight on such an absurd scale?
They were terrified that one stray Air-Cleaving Wave—or one of those spinning balls—might come flying toward Takigakure. What would they do then?
Mirai launched another Tailed Beast Planet Rasenshuriken. Madara had learned his lesson this