Performance of a Hundred Puppets Under the Blood Moon, the Final Night of the Sarutobi Clan Grounds

Naruto rubbed his stinging eye sockets.

A trail of blood and tears slipped down his left cheek as he heavily patted Asuma on the shoulder, his tone sinking.

"There's no way I can let you carry something like this by yourself."

I've already found help.

With a wave of his hand.

Itachi Uchiha, Kisame Hoshigaki, Deidara, and Sasori appeared out of thin air behind Asuma.

"Itachi heard the Third Hokage was in trouble, so he rushed back from Iwagakure overnight."

We righteous men cannot shirk our duty!

"Naruto!!"

"Asuma!!"

Two hands locked onto each other's shoulders, their emotions surging up to their chests.

Kisame, standing by the doorway, tilted his head and lowered his voice to ask Itachi Uchiha.

"Was that guy who called himself Madara Uchiha the one who tricked you into joining him the exact same way back then?"

Itachi's brows twitched twice.

He knew very well in his heart that the blood hanging in Naruto's eye socket was clearly shed from overusing his eyes.

There was no difference from the state he was in after finishing casting Amaterasu.

After Naruto finished exchanging pleasantries with Asuma, he rubbed his still-stinging eyes, turned his head, and said to the four of them.

"You guys use a transformation technique."

The partners of justice are going to take you for a trip to the Sarutobi Clan Grounds.

The four of them poked their heads out, took one look at Asuma, whose look of not resting until the Sarutobi Clan was exterminated was set in stone, and felt a chill run straight down their backs.

Naruto sensed the lingering bit of ocular power left in his left eye, and the disgust on his face could not be hidden.

What kind of piece of trash Kotoamatsukami was.

A single jutsu took over a