A bloodthirsty red glint flashed in Gekkō Raito's eyes.
If worse came to worst, he could simply activate "Lord of Gluttony" and swallow Orochimaru whole. After all, Glutton had already evolved into its ultimate form.
With Lord of Gluttony's absurd boost, digesting Orochimaru would only take a matter of minutes.
"When you come back to launch a counterattack against the Otsutsuki, how many people will Kirigakure need to muster?"
Gekkō Raito pondered for a moment. Human-wave tactics were meaningless in a battle on that level.
Sending too many people would only get them killed as cannon fodder. Gekkō Raito needed elites who could genuinely help, not corpses to fill the gaps.
"Pick the tough ones for me. Their combat strength has to be at least Elite Jōnin level!"
"Combat specialists, the Sealing Squad, medical ninja-I want all three types!"
"You draw up the roster. Ideally, get three hundred people together. If you really can't get that many, don't force it. Quality over quantity."
Mei Terumi understood instantly.
"You want a special operations unit, not a bunch of small fry marching off to die, right?"
Gekkō Raito snapped his fingers. "Talking to someone smart really saves effort."
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door, and Kyuji strode in with the fully armed Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.
"Lord Gekkō Raito, the boys are all assembled and ready to leave at any time!"
"Then quit wasting time. Let's move!"
With a sweep of his hand, Gekkō Raito led everyone out of the Mizukage Building with imposing strides.
At the entrance, Minato was still standing there like a javelin, waiting.
"Where's that kid Naruto?"
Minato pointed behind him. "The people you assigned took him to a guest room to catch up on sleep."
Gekkō Raito nodded, his tone flat. "If you're going