The vast courtyard was swept by a sandstorm.
When everyone came back to their senses, they looked at the wooden cabin still standing silently in its original spot.
The ninjas who had initially watched the Kage-level experts act with great excitement all revealed looks of disbelief.
In their eyes, Kage-level existences were the strongest people in any given village.
Yet now, they could not even tear down a small wooden cabin.
Wasn't that utterly absurd?
"Th-that's impossible. I held nothing back with that strike just now. I had originally planned to use this to force Escanor into making a move so we could have a proper spar."
Kurotsuchi muttered as she looked at her fist.
"Have I gotten old lately? Become as useless as Grandpa?"
As the one hailed as the strongest in Iwagakure's history, Ōnoki.
In the Original Work, he had likewise been unable to escape the ravages of time, eventually becoming an old man in a wheelchair.
Forget being unable to use the Super-Weighted Boulder Jutsu—even his trump card, Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique, had declined to the extreme.
"Kurotsuchi, let me try. If brute force won't open it, then I'll use lightning."
Darui pushed through the crowd and stepped forward.
As the Fifth Raikage, he had inherited the Black Lightning possessed by the Third Raikage.
Any attribute that bore a color was a symbol of strength.
Darui's Black Lightning and Kakashi's Purple Lightning were no exceptions.
Kurotsuchi's expression stiffened as she looked once more at the tightly shut wooden door. "All right."
"However, I advise you to be careful. That wooden door gave me a dangerous feeling just now. If we keep going, I'm afraid something might happen. Why don't we stop?"
Stop?
Darui gave a dry laugh.
"It's just a wooden door. The