Chiya watched the scene, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
The air reeked of blood and the lingering stench of scorched earth. After witnessing the wretched state of Konoha's Fifth Hokage, the elite troops of the Five Great Nations Allied Forces suffered a complete collapse of morale. Tens of thousands of ninja abandoned their weapons, turned, and fled madly away from Flame Emperor City.
There was no command, no formation. Fear spread rapidly through the crowd, and stampedes broke out again and again.
Ōnoki floated in midair, his face ashen. Watching Tsunade hang like a rag, steel cables piercing her shoulder blades, he let out a heavy sigh.
"Konoha is finished. The age of the Five Great Nations is over." Ōnoki's voice was bitter. Using the Light-Weight Rock Technique, he accelerated his retreat with the Stone Ninja around him.
Raikage A's eyes were bloodshot, and the knuckles of his remaining left hand cracked as he clenched his fist. He stared fixedly at Sasuke, who held the Kusanagi Sword in the distance, and at the Black-Clad Boy whose back was turned to them. Darui and Kisame clung desperately to the Raikage's waist, terrified that he would charge in on impulse and throw his life away.
"Go! Lord Raikage! As long as we're alive, there's still hope!" Darui shouted himself hoarse.
The Raikage gritted his teeth until blood seeped from his gums. In the end, his subordinates dragged him away, forcing him to turn and leave in humiliation.
A vast stretch of the plain soon emptied. Fleeing soldiers blanketed the landscape, kicking up billowing clouds of dust. Chiya gave no order to pursue. With both hands in the pockets of his God's Robe, he quietly watched the beaten dogs flee.
"Lord Chiya, aren't we pursuing them?" Sasuke sheathed the Kusanagi Sword