The oath of war had been a magnificent sight, but Hikaru had been absent. A hundred thousand Allied Forces troops had gathered together to await orders; just imagining it was enough to make one's blood boil.
But Hikaru could not be bothered to join in on that excitement.
"Nine-Tails, tell me, how do you think this war will turn out?"
The Nine-Tails, who had been lying on the ground basking in the sun, opened its eyes and gave Hikaru an indifferent glance. It said nothing, closed its eyes again, and prepared to continue dozing off. What did war have to do with it? Setting aside the fact that the Nine-Tails was only a tailed beast, it would not even be taking part in this war personally. Why should it worry itself over something so pointless?
Compared to the war, the Nine-Tails cared more about Akatsuki Organization's hunt for tailed beasts.
"Do you think the Ten-Tails will return to this world?!"
Hikaru's words made the Nine-Tails' closed eyes snap open, its enormous pupils fixed squarely on him.
Those words struck the Nine-Tails hard. Compared to humans, who knew nothing, the Nine-Tails knew far more. After all, the tailed beasts had been split off from the Ten-Tails, and it had followed the Sage of Six Paths in its early years.
Speaking of which, the Sage of Six Paths had truly been absurdly powerful. He had made himself the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki, then, when he grew old, split the Ten-Tails into nine tailed beasts and the shell of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path. Yet he had not died immediately afterward. That fact alone was enough to make every Jinchuriki weep in shame.
Look at Jinchuriki nowadays. Every one of them was so frail that once their tailed beast was extracted, death was