Takahashi Yū led the reckless fools up the mountain and craned his neck to look at the broad plain below.
One look at that vast, rocky plain told him it was in the Land of Earth. Takahashi Yū looked at the mountain beneath his feet. Then where was this?
The bloody smell unique to a battlefield drove the fifty-odd Kaguya bone freaks red-eyed. Some had already started taking off their shirts.
Takahashi Yū narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the battlefield below.
A dense mass of Iwa Shinobi wearing red headscarves and ocher flak jackets held kunai as they surrounded a streak of lightning.
At first glance, there were close to a thousand corpses scattered across the ground. Judging by their condition and the color of the blood on the battlefield, Takahashi Yū reckoned the fighting had been going on for more than a day.
His old acquaintance, the Third Raikage, stood resolutely in the middle of the battlefield. Lightning flickered faintly over his body, and he kept every movement as small as possible.
It looked like he was doing everything he could to conserve his strength, keeping even his Lightning Chakra Mode barely activated.
A little potato also hovered overhead. Ōnoki flew in the air, watching solemnly as Iwagakure's ninja kept heading toward the Third Raikage to "throw their lives away."
Takahashi Yū watched the Third Raikage fighting below with a touch of nostalgia, then swept a puzzled gaze over the Iwa Shinobi whose morale had not broken despite so many deaths.
Had the Third Raikage lost his mind?
Why wasn't he running?
Against ninja of this caliber, he could burst straight through their encirclement just by flaring his Lightning Chakra Mode. He wouldn't even need Black Lightning!
Seizing a gap between the Iwa Shinobi's attacks, the Third Raikage