God knew what Minato had stumbled across on Mount Myōboku. The moment he came out, he had practically turned into Kizaru.
With Perfect Sage Mode fully activated, Senjutsu Flying Thunder God Marks covered the battlefield, inscribed directly into space itself. He had effectively turned all of Rōran Airspace into his personal domain.
These marks were solidified natural energy. Only Senjutsu could destroy them, and Obito clearly lacked that ability.
Obito was losing his composure, too.
"So this is Konoha's genius? You really are strong, Sensei!!"
Obito had already seized the Nine-Tails chakra, but he still refused to retreat. He wanted to prove to Minato that the path he had chosen was right.
Everyone else on the battlefield had just one thought: Run! Run now! Stay any longer and we're dead!
Missions? Dignity? None of that meant shit in front of a tailed beast.
"Don't just stand there! Evacuate! This place is about to be blown flat!"
Everyone turned and bolted, like mad dogs fleeing for their lives. They raced out of Rōran City as fast as they could; whoever lagged behind would be first in the firing line.
Everyone was running for their lives, but one man was being especially fucking sneaky.
Mukade.
Let whoever wanted to fight keep fighting. He had to run, but not outside. He was heading underground.
He crept along the wall, holding his breath and hunching over, inching toward the entrance to the Underground Passage. Once he got inside, he could escape for good and come back another day.
But he had barely moved two steps.
Humm-!
A suffocating wave of Conqueror's Haki instantly locked down his entire body.
Mukade froze on the spot, every hair standing on end. He didn't dare move a muscle.
Shit! I forgot about that monster!
He stiffly turned his