Then they would break through the Iwa Ninja Front and hand them a total defeat in the war.
"Kill them!" Third A gave the order, and all the Cloud Ninja leaped down and began fighting the Iwa troops.
Third A rolled his neck. Intense lightning flared around him as he charged toward the distant Iwa troops.
Like a blue bolt of lightning, he tore freely across the battlefield. If they let him keep rampaging, the entire Iwa Ninja Front would suffer utter defeat.
At that critical moment-
"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!"
A massive white cylinder shot toward Third A. His figure flickered, and he dodged it outright.
He looked up into the sky, his cold gaze fixed on the short figure overhead.
"Ōnoki."
"A."
Ōnoki slowly exhaled. He had made it in time after all.
Their eyes met, and each could see the fire in the other's eyes.
As expected, they had both arrived at the same idea.
"But I thought further ahead than you did!" Ōnoki said gravely.
Figures raced toward the battlefield from the distant mountains.
They had over three thousand men on this battlefield, and over six thousand had broken away from the battlefield against Konoha. Together, they had roughly ten thousand shinobi.
The Cloud Ninja, meanwhile, numbered fewer than two thousand. They had only dared pursue the Iwa Ninja because Third A was there.
He alone could make up for a thousand shinobi, but now...
A's expression grew grim as he watched the Iwa Ninja filling the distant ground.
The difference in numbers was too great. If they kept fighting, their only fate would be annihilation.
"Retreat! Everyone, retreat!" A roared furiously.
Hearing the order, the Cloud Ninja rapidly withdrew. A went the opposite way, charging straight toward the Iwa Ninja.
Boom!