Ōnoki hovered in midair, his green-striped vest fluttering in the wind. His face dark, he held his hands apart, and a cone glowing with white light suddenly materialized beneath his palms.
Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!
The cone in Ōnoki's hands abruptly stretched and expanded, shooting straight toward the Rinnegan-wielding man who remained on the viewing platform.
Enraged, Ōnoki had no interest in hearing his enemies' reasons. He wanted every intruder from Iwagakure reduced to atoms. Only then could their crimes be atoned for!
As for the Land of Rain, once Ōnoki had dealt with this bunch of upstarts, there would be no need for it to exist...
But then.
Something happened that left Ōnoki dumbfounded.
After the white light from his cone flashed, the round-faced man standing on the viewing platform was completely unharmed!
He held his hands out as if he had just performed some secret technique.
At that very moment, an even more terrifying and overwhelming aura suddenly shot out from the tiny black speck in the blood-red sun.
Squeak...
A faint, piercing cry seemed to ring out.
Suddenly.
A huge, dazzling white light flashed, accompanied by an unimaginable force of repulsion.
Seen from above, the center of Iwagakure suddenly erupted in a dense cloud of dust that blasted outward in every direction. Mixed in with the smoke were all the people and things in the village...
Though Iwagakure's buildings had been constructed from thick, solid stone, they were no more than rotting wood before this power, beyond mortal comprehension, that seemed to belong to a god.
Rumble!
After a tremendous, earth-shaking crash, the central area of Iwagakure had become a vast crater.
The buildings that had once stood there were swept away like trash, piled beneath the stone peaks around the village. If