"Hand it over!"
Kitsuchi's eyes nearly split with fury. The sight of the hem of his daughter's dress almost made him lose his mind.
He immediately charged forward to snatch it away.
But Tobi swung his arms comically, turned, and ran, remembering to look back and shout, "Whoa! This is for your Tsuchikage! If you tear it while trying to grab it, I'm not taking responsibility!"
Kitsuchi gritted his teeth, but still refused to give up.
Faced with countless Iwagakure Ninja chasing him and blocking his path, Tobi managed to escape every time with his ridiculous footwork.
Gradually, everyone also realized that none of their attacks worked on the enemy.
It was as though he did not exist at all. People and attacks alike passed straight through his body.
What could you do against an enemy you could neither hit nor catch?
Even more frustratingly, he was holding a letter written on the dress of the Tsuchikage's granddaughter. Who dared damage it?!
Their hands were tied, and all they could do was glare. It was so damned frustrating!
When Ōnoki had no choice but to appear, that bizarre scene was what greeted him.
A mysterious masked man stood surrounded by layer upon layer of Iwagakure Ninja, yet strangely, none of them attacked. They simply glared furiously at him.
What were they doing?
Killing him with their eyes?
Since when did everyone in Iwagakure become an eye-technique ninja? Where did all those Kekkei Genkai come from?
"Kitsuchi! What are you doing?"
Ōnoki looked rather grim. After all, no one would be pleased to have some petty thief come knocking at their door, let alone when so many people had been deployed and still failed to catch him.
This was no longer merely embarrassing. It even made him wonder whether he had