The Strongest Spear...
The Strongest Shield...
Two clearly contradictory titles, yet both belonged to the same man. Coupled with his spectacular record, they naturally made Uchiha Gen, as an Uchiha, want to fight him.
After all, that man counted among the few promising body cultivators in a Shinobi World full of people with high offense and low defense.
Close combat was what the Uchiha loved most.
"Let's go. The Three-Tails said his brothers and sisters were all in that direction."
Withdrawing his gaze from the chaotic melee ahead, Uchiha Gen turned indifferently and headed in a certain direction.
The wind howled.
Ōnoki hovered in midair, his face filled with murderous intent as he watched the dark-skinned, muscular man standing on a nearby cliff, his entire body wreathed in lightning. The ninja standing beneath Ōnoki represented most of Iwagakure's current high-level fighting strength.
Behind Ōnoki stood densely packed ranks of Iwagakure Ninja and some strangely shaped Clay People.
At that moment, all of them fixed hateful gazes on the unperturbed, dark-skinned man.
"You muscle-brained brute who trained his brains away, you launched a war against Iwagakure this openly and committed this many troops. Haven't you noticed anything wrong? That sneaky old bastard from Konoha hasn't shown his face in a long time."
Ōnoki stared coldly at Third Raikage A and spoke in a low voice.
Honestly, he had no desire to fight a major battle with Kumogakure at a time like this. The losses would be too great.
So he wanted to see if he could redirect the hatred of these brainless fools from Kumogakure.
Unfortunately...
He was facing the Third Raikage-and an enraged Third Raikage, at that, after his own attempt to stir up trouble had failed.
"Fuck your mother! Forgotten how you ambushed my rear? What the fuck