In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.
August 16, Konoha Year 44, 3:00 p.m.
Inside the tent, Asuma opened his eyes. Jiraiya and Orochimaru entered shortly afterward.
Asuma glanced at the two of them and rose to his feet, somewhat surprised. Both were injured.
"As expected of a Jinchuriki capable of wielding part of a Tailed Beast's power. That power truly is formidable."
Jiraiya sighed.
This was not his first clash with the One-Tails Jinchuriki, but this time, he had suffered a minor setback.
Both he and Orochimaru had sustained slight injuries while covering the rear.
That was the power of a Tailed Beast.
Moreover, a Jinchuriki who could control a Tailed Beast's power was even more terrifying than a Tailed Beast alone.
Though the Sand Jinchuriki was old, he was just as incomparably experienced.
Jiraiya looked at Asuma with some hesitation. "Asuma, the Sand Jinchuriki's strength exceeded my expectations. That plan from before is too dangerous."
"And I'll be leaving here soon."
Asuma was slightly taken aback. "Did something happen in the Land of Grass?"
"You're perceptive."
Jiraiya sighed. "But it's not just the Land of Grass. The Mist Ninja have made their move as well."
"The Land of Grass has practically been overrun by the Iwa Ninja. Their offensive is extremely fierce. Next, I'll be heading to the Mist Battlefield."
At that moment, Orochimaru said, "If we can capture the Sand Jinchuriki, the risk is worth taking."
Asuma could tell that the two disagreed.
Jiraiya was leaving, so he believed their previous plan was no longer feasible.
Orochimaru, however, thought it was worth the risk.
Jiraiya shook his head. "Once I leave, you'll have to deal with Chiyo and the others. Sakumo-senpai and Minato have gone to attack the Sand Supply Lines.