"Screech!"
A sand eagle swept across the vast sky, casting its final shadow in the setting sun.
Enkō emerged slowly from the wind and sand, holding his blade in one hand. His chest rose and fell slightly, and he was a little out of breath—a sign of excessive chakra consumption.
As a ninjutsu, the Flying Thunder God naturally consumed chakra. Its chakra consumption was tied to the teleportation distance. Short-range teleportation consumed very little chakra, but a transfer spanning dozens of miles like the one just now required an enormous amount.
Tobirama narrowed his eyes slightly. Rather than looking directly into Enkō's eyes, he looked past his head toward the submission point behind him.
Only about five hundred meters remained, yet it was like an insurmountable chasm stretched before him!
"You can't get through." Enkō saw what Tobirama was thinking and said coolly, "Your wisest choice now is to hand over the scrolls. The teams from Water Country and the Land of Earth are still fighting. If you intervene at full strength, you might even reap the rewards without lifting a finger."
Tobirama withdrew his gaze and sneered. "This is the confidence you gained after using my ninjutsu?"
Enkō shrugged, utterly unconcerned. "Who told you not to protect it properly? Who else can you blame after getting it stolen?"
"Heh, all you can do is run your mouth."
"What? Tobirama, are you planning to stay and fight us to the death? I'd be more than happy to oblige."
At this point, Izuna and the others gradually surrounded him as well. All six of them encircled Tobirama. Even without deliberately releasing their auras, the pressure of six powerful people gathered together was terrifying enough.
What a shame. Tobirama sighed inwardly. He knew the situation was lost. Just as Enkō had said,