"We found him! We found him!"
One of the bone freaks was digging with his fan-shaped shoulder blade when he accidentally shoveled into something soft. Warm blood stained his pristine white bone red.
On closer inspection, it was a hand, though the sharp bone had gouged a deep gash into it.
"Quick, check if he still has a pulse!"
The circle of Kaguya brutes worked with remarkable efficiency, digging a large pit in the gold dust that Takahashi Yū's War Stomp had packed tight.
"You've nearly fucking shoveled it off! Check what pulse?!"
"Keep digging!"
The scattered Kaguya clan members immediately gathered together to carry out a 'rescue excavation' of Rasa.
"Kid! Hang in there!"
"Don't you dare die!"
"Your grandpa Kaguya is here to save you!"
Takahashi Yū's mouth twitched at their words. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were rescuing someone. He turned away from the bunch of mentally challenged children and looked toward the three somewhat hesitant figures on the plain.
He waved, beckoning Minato and the other two over.
Minato, Ōnoki, and the Third Raikage exchanged glances.
"Let's go. He probably won't fight now."
Ōnoki considered himself a good judge of people. He patted the Third Raikage's shoulder, earning a prolonged stare from the dark-skinned older man.
I think we're getting a little too intimate...
With one of Ōnoki's hands resting on his shoulder, the Third Raikage darted a considerable distance in two or three steps, as light as a swallow.
Minato had it much easier. He spun his Flying Thunder God Kunai, tossed it forward, and flashed, flashed, flashed his way toward the mountainside.
Whoosh!
The Yellow Flash lived up to his name, arriving first despite setting off last. Takahashi Yū only saw a flash of yellow before Minato had already retrieved his