"Whoooosh!"
Yellow sand howled overhead, sweeping past the group.
At that moment, Killer B's heart was filled with bewilderment, incomprehension, and doubt.
He could not understand what the other man meant. Living in this chaotic world, he had grown up surrounded by war and slaughter.
And so, he had developed his own understanding of human nature and hatred.
The Five Great Nations waged war against one another. Countless people had died over the years, and much of that hatred had accumulated over generations.
Population, resources, hatred-with these factors driving them, shinobi fought and died without end, only to breed still greater hatred.
Pain passed from person to person, and hatred never died.
Yet the man before him declared with utter conviction and confidence that unifying the entire shinobi world would extinguish hatred and bring peace.
He could not determine whether those words were true, but his own convictions had begun to waver.
Because no one in the shinobi world had ever accomplished such a feat. Not even Hashirama Senju, the former God of Shinobi, had managed it.
Hashirama Senju?
Could he be even stronger than that legend?
Suddenly, Killer B's heart trembled, and he looked at the figure ahead.
The yellow sand swirled and howled for a while, passing overhead before everything settled once more.
"Time to go."
"Once we capture the One-Tail, we'll have to set out again."
"What a busy life!"
Obito Uchiha spoke with a playful laugh.
Then he turned to Sasori beside him.
"Sasori, we're almost at your hometown. How do you feel?"
Hidden inside his puppet, Sasori's expression was impossible to see. After a brief pause, a cold voice emerged.
"I feel nothing."
Obito Uchiha curled his lip. "You're no fun at all."
The group set off again in single file, leaving neat footprints in