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... strong>[Kakashi, Chōza, and Chōji were huddled together, formulating a strategy against their formidable foe.

"Alright, you two wait for the right moment. I'll lead the attack!" Kakashi declared, his Sharingan swirling.

"Got it, Kakashi-sensei!" Chōji affirmed.]

[Kakashi was the first to move, baiting Tendō Pain into using his Shinra Tensei. Just as the repulsive force erupted, Chōza and Chōji launched their Double Human ...

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