"He really... was enough all on his own."
Tsunade's voice was soft, yet it reached the ears of everyone in headquarters clearly.
No one argued, and no one could.
On the magic screen, the black-clad youth had already vanished, leaving only Turtle Island drifting slowly across the sea and the distant battlefield where the fighting still raged. But everyone knew that although the man had left, the shadow and pressure he left behind weighed even more heavily than when he had been there.
He had not even bothered to clear the battlefield himself. With nothing more than "going back for an afternoon nap," he had set the final tone for this seemingly hopeless war.
Raikage A tapped his fingers against the table, producing a dull sound. "Shikaku, Tsunade, what do we do now?" His voice was hoarse and full of exhaustion, but there was also a sense of relief now that the dust had settled. "Those Impure World Reincarnation fellows really do seem to be getting scared of those black monsters."
Shikaku Nara adjusted his glasses, his gaze fixed firmly on the screen. "It's more than fear. Look, the Third Raikage's movements are getting slower and slower, and the 'dust' on his body has darkened by at least thirty percent. At this rate, we won't need to act. The Shadowkhan can wear them down until they die."
"But there are still too many White Zetsu." Tsunade opened her eyes and pointed at the white figures still pouring out endlessly on the other side of the screen. "Those black monsters are formidable, but the White Zetsu seem to be deliberately avoiding them and targeting our people instead. They're trading numbers for time."
"Then deploy Naruto, Killer B, Kakashi, and the others to the most critical areas." Raikage A gave the order