If you ask what Onoki's strongest support skill is, without a doubt it is the Ultralight-Weight Rock Technique.
Air superiority in the ninja world is just as important.
After all, most people can only run on the ground, and if you can fly in the air, you already have absolute dominance.
Onoki can not only use it himself to fly, he can also give it to other Iwagakure shinobi.
He flew in front alone, with Akatsuchi at his side and twelve elite jonin right behind him.
Although he had no jinchuriki with him, Onoki's strength was still formidable.
After reaching a point on the border, two Yagura already waited for him in the air.
Onoki still glanced at Yagura's wing, then compared the two Yagura.
'Mirror clones are amazing, you can't tell them apart at all.'
"You actually came in person," Yagura (Rengoku) was somewhat surprised.
He did not expect Onoki to personally lead the team over.
Onoki had his hands behind his back, wearing battle attire, the little old man's face somewhat stern.
"I also want to see exactly how capable Senku is."
"Are you coming alone?"
Yagura (Rengoku) denied that, "I have another expert here, currently monitoring Senku."
A thoughtful look flashed across Onoki's eyes, 'Another expert?'
'Apart from the Six Tails jinchuriki, does Kirigakure now have other experts?'
But he would find out soon, so Onoki didn't ask.
"What's the operational plan?"
Since this was a joint operation, they naturally had to agree on the battle plan.
"You Iwagakure folk are best at group-style combat, right?"
"As long as you can trap Senku, leave the rest to me."
"Of course, if we hold him in place, we will need your Dust Style to attack."
This was a matter of improvisation. In short, whoever holds him, the other side attacks.
Dust Style's lethality is unquestionable. Taking it head-on is almost certainly death.
Onoki stroked his beard and had no objection to the arrangement, "No problem."
"Then let's go."
———
[Northwest Battlefield]
The formation deployment was entering its final stage.
Senku suddenly looked up toward the distance, "Priestess, leave this place first."
Miroku was a little surprised, "But the Moryo haven't arrived yet?"
"The Moryo are moving too slowly. Someone else came first. It's too dangerous for you to stay here."
"All right, I understand."
Miroku knew the Senku in front of her was a Rengoku-made clone.
She obediently turned and left.
Although her strength was decent, she did not have much combat experience.
Especially in fighting shinobi, Miroku had almost no experience.
If she died here for no reason, that would be ridiculous.
Senku pondered a bit, then produced another clone from his shadow.
He transmitted priestly power into it and used a transformation jutsu, "Miroku" appeared again.
Then another clone emerged from the shadow.
This clone used a transformation jutsu.
It became a young man with white hair, green eyes, red eyeshadow on the eyelids, and two red dots between his brows.
You could tell at a glance he was from the Kaguya clan.
Because the Kaguya clan's style is distinctive, the markings between the brows and other features are very eye catching.
Since Rengoku now had a new clone identity, he naturally made a new disguise.
He remembered the past Bones Rebellion and modeled a "Mad Bone" persona after Kimimaro.
But the age was a bit older than Kimimaro's, so it would not match the current Kimimaro exactly.
Mad Bone quickly sank into Miroku's shadow, ready for the upcoming act.
Senku and Miroku continued perfecting this ultra-large barrier.
As for Yagura and Onoki and the others, they were already flying high above them.
At that height, even Onoki needed a telescope to clearly see the ground.
Anyone on the ground who was not of the Hyuga clan would not notice them.
Onoki watched Senku and Miroku make various barriers on the ground and his face was grave.
If these experts did not have the Moryo's Demon Legion backing them, they would be hard to fight.
Even though Onoki had seen a lot, he could not fully recognize all these barriers.
Behind Senku's rear stood densely packed thousands of Konoha shinobi.
———
Clack! Clack! Crunch!
With heavy footsteps, the Demon Legion of the Moryo was gradually approaching.
Not far from the Demon Legion, several factions' informants followed, ready to see how Konoha would respond.
If the Demon Legion occupied a lot of Konoha's forces, that would be the best chance for the other villages.
At the very center of the Demon Legion, the Moryo sat on a stone chair, carried forward by several stone golems.
Obito stood on the head of one stone golem. The black smoke that used to emanate from him was completely gone.
And the eye sockets that normally held the three-tomoe Sharingan had become an ordinary eye.
"I spent so much energy and only made this ordinary eye," Obito touched the eye, his tone somewhat displeased.
It was easy to sense that this was an ordinary eye.
Precisely speaking, it was a Sharingan that had not awakened.
"Heh!", The Moryo sneered, "Everyone in this world wants shortcuts."
"But nothing comes from nothing."
"Dark energy is not a wish machine. It can only restore an eye according to your body."
"You did not awaken it because you originally would have awakened it later in life."
The Moryo had existed for a long time and had encountered members of the Uchiha clan before, so he knew this common knowledge.
After being mocked, Obito said nothing. After all, these were facts.
One could only say he expected too much and was having trouble accepting it.
But Obito forced himself to calm down.
Konoha was at its peak. Not to mention how strong Rengoku was, Minato's revival alone was a nightmare for the other villages.
Obito very much looked forward to this joint operation to eliminate Konoha.
He wanted Konoha to be badly damaged, and he also wanted the other villages to suffer huge losses.
The ninja world needed more chaos to give Black Zetsu's plan time.
He himself also needed enough time to awaken his eye again.
Having been deceived once by Black Zetsu and Madara, Obito naturally would not believe Black Zetsu's lies again.
He could only rely on himself.
So, whoever suffered losses was acceptable to him.
Obito ignored the Moryo's taunts.
Watching the Demon Legion advance without pause, he warned, "You know you will be encircled and yet you still push forward. Aren't you afraid of dying?"
"Heh! Heh! Heh!", The Moryo gave a dull laugh.
"The more people who come the more I like it. They think they have dug a pit for me, but they do not expect it will be their own graves!"
The Moryo looked toward the approaching border.
That place was an endless wasteland of desert with no life.
Because the land beneath was completely polluted, the more desolate the place, the more underground energy it contained.
Everyone had their own leading information advantage.
But who was really calculating whom was still unknown.
Obito looked at the Moryo with a strange expression, as if he wanted to know what was in his heart.
In the end he only let out an ambiguous scoff, "Don't die."
Then he dove into Kamui space and disappeared.
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