On a rocky peak several miles from the Fourth Division, a figure wrapped entirely in bandages appeared. His severed lower body and arms slowly began to regenerate under the immortality granted by Impure World Reincarnation.
"That was far too close!"
Once his body had fully recovered, Mu, the Second Tsuchikage, wiped away nonexistent cold sweat. Had he not used his splitting technique and then slipped away under Dustless Bewildering Cover, he would truly have fallen to that man who looked like a woman.
Thanks to Enkidu, Mu now had only half his previous strength. In other words, he no longer posed a threat as a top-tier combatant. At best, his combat strength was equivalent to an elite jonin's, and Kabuto Yakushi could discard him as an expendable pawn at any moment.
Were all the younger generations now such terrifyingly powerful monsters?
I bore the title of Kage, yet I couldn't withstand even one of his attacks. Wasn't the gap between us far too great?
Mu sighed deeply. He did not know whether to feel fortunate or regretful about surviving. After all, he was still being controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes, and the feeling of having no control over himself was utterly maddening.
Although those monstrous youngsters were far stronger than he was, their sensory abilities were still considerably inferior to his. Otherwise, they should have noticed his little trick while he was splitting himself.
As those random thoughts ran through his mind, his body began moving against his will. Clearly, the caster of Impure World Reincarnation had taken control. His hands formed technique seals, then he crouched and pressed his palm against the ground, calling softly, "Summoning Technique."
An upright coffin rose out of the rocky ground. A moment later, an immense force seemed to strike its lid