The Third Kazekage was locked in battle with Pakura, his body hovering in midair. Iron sand formed dense arrays around him, like countless suspended black stars slowly moving.
They reflected the sunlight, casting alternating light and shadow across his face.
Pakura raised her hand, and the division members behind her unleashed their ninjutsu together, completely engulfing the Third Kazekage.
But it barely tickled.
His pitch-black iron sand defenses directly blocked every ninjutsu attack.
The Third was far stronger than Rasa, one of the best among those at Kage Level.
A thoughtful look appeared on his handsome face.
"Pakura, what do you think of the Land of Grass?"
Looking at the Third Kazekage's weathered figure, she grew momentarily dazed, her heart softening.
The Third Kazekage had treated her quite well.
"I think the Land of Grass is a place that can bring change to this world. Peace, tranquility, no war, and people living and working in contentment."
The Third Kazekage was watching her, too.
In the end, he smiled freely.
"I see. If that's your judgment, then I think I know what kind of place the Land of Grass is.
Pakura, take good care of the people of the Land of Wind."
He tilted his head back and sighed deeply.
Then he released the Impure World Reincarnation himself.
Faint specks of light danced through the sky as he turned to dust and dissipated in midair.
Pakura hesitated to speak, then finally parted her lips.
"Thank you, Lord Third."
Pakura's side was finished, but elsewhere, Sasori of the Red Sands had run into trouble.
Sasori led the Ninth Division's main force through the defensive line.
The puppet troops formed ranks upon ranks before them, their joints clicking and grinding as they steadily advanced beneath the brilliant sunlight, sweeping aside everything in