The God Came Knocking

The next morning.

The dawn light pierced through the branches of the Forest of Death, scattering flecks of golden light across the clearing and dispelling the lingering chill and dampness from the night.

After a night of rest, the bodies of Tsukimi and the other five had all recovered to peak condition.

Rin gently flexed her wrists and neck. The meridians throughout her body had relaxed, and her Chakra flowed smoothly and steadily. The weakness caused by yesterday's poisoning had completely vanished, leaving her refreshed and entirely free of any aftereffects.

Tsukimi glanced at her. All he could say was that this truly was the Shinobi World. Even ordinary people here had physiques far stronger than those of people on Earth in his previous life, let alone Ninjas, a group that wielded supernatural powers.

The Sharingan was practically a USB drive—plug it in whenever you wanted and pull it out whenever you wanted!

The weariness had faded from Kakashi's eyes, while Obito stretched lazily, brimming with energy.

The three of them had fought an intense battle against Sasori yesterday, pushing themselves to their limits. Though they had been suppressed throughout the entire fight, their performance had been exceptionally impressive.

After such a high-intensity battle, one peaceful night of sleep had completely cleared away their accumulated fatigue.

Asuma and Kurenai Yuhi were both in excellent condition, their limbs filled with strength and ready to enter battle at any time.

The six of them quickly straightened their gear and gathered together. Since last night, the two teams had temporarily merged under Tsukimi's command.

Whether it was tactical judgment, control of the battlefield, or sheer strength, Tsukimi far surpassed everyone present. Having him coordinate their movements was the most reasonable choice.

"Everyone's condition is fine. Then let's continue advancing."

Tsukimi stood at the