The Uzumaki clan compound.
Hatake Sakumo and several ANBU subordinates were locked in combat with five Jashin Cult followers.
He was a little frustrated. He had no effective way to finish the enemies off directly, so he could only keep them occupied while sending his men to notify the Uzumaki clan's Sealing Squad and wait for reinforcements.
Whether in his previous battle against the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki or this fight against the Jashin Cult followers, he felt out of his depth.
Last time, Leaf Dragon had helped him develop a new technique, a way to concentrate his power at a single point and blast through an enemy's defenses.
But while that technique could break through a tailed beast's defenses, it could not kill these cultists. With his newly learned technique thwarted once again, Hatake Sakumo's fragile heart sank.
Ah, why am I so weak? Am I actually nowhere near as strong as I thought? Ah, this is so depressing...
Dejected, he drew the attention of four enemies and darted freely among them, fighting a running battle, while the other ANBU focused on the remaining one, keeping firm control of the situation and preventing the Jashin Cult followers from retreating.
Hatake Sakumo had always been exceptionally strong. His enemies were simply even more absurd than he was, leaving him feeling like a complete scrub.
Black Zetsu watched from nearby, growing anxious.
I have to act quickly. If the Sealing Squad comes to reinforce them, or that traitor Uchiha Kagami shows up again, I won't get my hands on a single special bloodline.
While their hands are tied, I have to get in there and steal at least one.
And Leaf Dragon?
He looked at the expressionless pawn standing behind him, a little worried that Konoha might take him back again.
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