Rumble, rumble, rumble!
As Kisame Hoshigaki slammed down his palm, tiny white flecks of foam first appeared on the sea before him. In the blink of an eye, they connected into a silver line, accompanied by the muffled roar of waves like rolling thunder.
The white line began rolling forward. The surging seawater howled along with it, and with every step forward, the crest nearly doubled in height—from one meter, to two, then four, eight, even dozens or hundreds of meters!
Wave after wave chased the one ahead, piling atop one another. At first, it resembled a long white ribbon, but it grew faster and higher, its crest racing onward as spray surged and crashed. Its roar was like thunder, pearls of water scattering like jade, as though the sea god himself had flown into a rage, commanding boundless seawater to become a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky and slammed viciously forward.
Compared to the towering sea wave over a hundred meters high ahead of them, Konoha's grand and imposing warship looked like a tiny, battered skiff. The true wave had not even crashed down yet, but the churning sea was already battering the ship from side to side.
The elite ninja left aboard the ship were doing fairly well. They could use chakra to cling to the deck and maintain their balance. Though the shaking still made them uncomfortable, it was not a serious problem.
But while they were fine, others were not.
The ninja forced to remain on deck to rest after being bitten by the self-destructing sharks had either lost an arm or a leg. In any case, they had lost most of their mobility, and there was no way they could keep their balance amid such violent rocking.
Sure enough, an injured man stationed