Pfft!
Amid the thunderous explosions spreading outward, the sound of something heavy hitting the ground rang out clearly. Hirohiko, sent flying backward, crashed heavily onto the ground. Carried by the scorching blast wave, he rolled more than ten meters across the grass before barely coming to a stop, leaving behind a long trail of flattened grass like a discarded soda can.
The instant Hirohiko stopped after hitting the ground, a ring-shaped wave of hot, dead grass swept in with the blast, howling as it rolled over his body. At once, the sound of shredded grass striking flesh—crack crack crack—erupted like popping beans. Only after the scorching grass wave had passed did the sound gradually fade, leaving only the rumbling explosions receding layer by layer into the distance.
Cough! Cough!
At that moment, Hirohiko, lying prone on the ground and covered in a layer of shredded grass after being swept over by the hot grass wave, coughed dully twice. Brushing the grass off his back and shielding himself from wave after wave of flying grass with one hand, he slowly raised his head. Reflected in his exposed right Three Tomoe Sharingan was a blazing white pillar of fire shooting straight into the sky, nearly illuminating the entire grassland. As he watched, four streams of flame spiraled upward around the white fire pillar, like wandering dragons coiling around a column as they soared, all the way to its peak before finally dissipating into the air.
*It worked! Using the explosive force of the Flame Dragon Fire Technique to compress the explosion and condense its destructive power, I successfully directed all of the blast upward. And that Kumogakure ninja happened to be directly above the center of the explosion. With an eruption compressed into such high-density, high-temperature force, no matter how strong his