Only after finishing all this did Naruto slowly raise his head, his calm gaze sweeping over the Kumogakure ninja in the distance-those who had still been waiting for an opening to attempt a rescue or launch one final attack.
Every Kumogakure ninja his gaze touched froze in place, as though caught in an icy current. The last traces of color had long since drained from their faces, leaving only boundless terror and despair. Even the weapons in their hands began to tremble.
They had witnessed that bizarre, horrifying scene with their own eyes:
Lord Killer B had charged forward like a madman, attacking empty air in a frenzy before plunging all seven or eight of his ninja blades into the Raikage's coffin.
Then, as far as they could see, Naruto Uzumaki had simply stood where he was, drawn a wooden sword, and thrust it into Lord Killer B's chest.
What followed was the spine-chilling growth of Wood Release, the spreading black runes, and the process that ultimately turned Lord Killer B into another "sleeping coffin."
This had not been a battle at all. It had been a one-sided, overwhelming capture and sealing.
Now, Kumogakure's two strongest fighters, Fourth Raikage A and the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki, Killer B, had both become coffins at their opponent's feet!
Lady Yugito, the Two-Tails Jinchūriki, had defected and even said things like, "Kumogakure should hurry up and fall."
Morale had collapsed completely.
Faced with that absolute gulf in strength and those bizarre methods, their remaining will to fight melted rapidly, like snow beneath the sun.
Some of the younger ninja even began backing away involuntarily, their eyes filled with fear.
Veteran jonin such as Dodai and Toroi looked ashen as well.
The Chakra Weapon had long since stopped charging, its barrel drooping.
Without the Raikage's or