The battle to support Uzushiogakure had ended, and victory had brought it to a relatively satisfying conclusion.
However...
Rikuo looked at Uzushiogakure, now utterly devastated and completely submerged by the flood. He could barely see any buildings remaining; they were all buried beneath the murky water.
It was as if this ninja village had never appeared on the map at all.
Countless ninja and civilians had died in the upheaval. They probably couldn't even find many intact bodies, and no one knew where the floodwaters had swept them.
If they tried to tally the damage and casualties afterward, it would likely be a huge challenge.
With the battle on his side over, the counterattack by the Uzumaki Clan on the other side had also reached its final stage.
The remaining members of the Uzumaki Clan, who had originally planned to evacuate, immediately turned back and launched a fierce counterattack after receiving support.
The grief and hatred they had been suppressing turned into tangible blades at that moment, and they unleashed a frenzied slaughter upon their enemies.
Rikuo saw it all.
"I wonder how things are going for Big Brother... Never mind. I should take care of things here first."
Rikuo scratched his head, sealed the slightly charred corpse of the Third Mizukage into a scroll, then rolled it up and solemnly tucked it into the inner pocket of his ninja pouch, carrying it close to his body.
Then, he blurred from sight. Shuriken appeared in his hand, each engraved with the Flying Thunder God mark he had specially inscribed on them, just like his Kunai.
He arrived at the battlefield where the Uzumaki Clan was fighting the remaining Kirigakure forces. Using the Sharingan's powerful ability to track movement, he scattered shuriken in every direction. They landed effortlessly in the blind