The Kaguya clan members gathered behind him wore crazed smiles as they slowly stripped off their lavish Rōran tops.
They revealed their lean, muscular upper bodies. Beneath their pale skin, something seemed to be constantly stirring.
They suppressed their clan's pride and the throbbing of their Shikotsumyaku. High in the mountains, they spread from a cluster behind Takahashi Yū into a single line!
Battle maniacs disdained hiding behind anyone else!
They wanted to be the first to make contact with the enemy and fight to the death!
Seeing this, Takahashi Yū could not help opening his mouth wide in an unrestrained laugh.
These reckless brutes were exactly his kind of people!
The dark red killing intent around him mingled with the Kaguya Clan's pale red killing intent, surging down the slide-like ridge toward the battlefield below!
Nearly ten thousand Iwa shinobi had been surrounding and attacking the Third Raikage. Sensing that bloody, brutal presence, they froze, their hands involuntarily stopping.
Their comrades' bodies and the stench of blood already filled the battlefield, giving them some resistance to killing intent.
But even immersed in that atmosphere unique to the battlefield,
they could not withstand the [Murderous Intent Fluctuation] born of the countless souls slain by Takahashi Yū and the countless lives whose blood stained the Kaguya lunatics' hands!
The Third Raikage lowered his fists and narrowed his eyes at the mountaintop. Trapped like a cornered beast, he should have been happy to see a new variable.
But now, the Third Raikage's eyes held nothing but gravity. For no other reason than that this presence was far too inhuman...
"Lord Ōnoki!"
"At the top of the ridge! Fewer than a hundred!"
"Those clothes..."
"They look like they're from the Ancient Kingdom of Roran, which Sunagakure destroyed!"
A thin man in a red