You Became Raikage Thanks to Me

The atmosphere in the secret chamber instantly dropped to freezing point.

Ōnoki was cursed right to his face, yet surprisingly, he did not get angry.

A vicious glint flashed through his triangular eyes.

Ōnoki leisurely stroked his goatee.

Watching A fly into a rage, he suddenly let out a mocking laugh.

"Fourth Raikage."

Ōnoki placed particular emphasis on the word "Fourth."

"You were able to become Raikage so quickly and sit in that chair..."

Ōnoki leaned forward slightly, a cruel curve lifting the corner of his mouth.

"You have me to thank for that."

The moment those words left his mouth, it felt as though all the air had been sucked from the chamber.

Pakura and Yagura's expressions changed at once.

Everyone knew.

During the Third Shinobi World War, the Third Raikage had covered Kumogakure's retreating comrades, facing the siege of ten thousand Hidden Rock Village elites alone.

For three days and three nights.

He had been worn to death!

That had been Ōnoki's handiwork!

A's dark pupils instantly bloodshot, turning completely crimson.

The horrific image of his father dying in the wilderness exploded in his mind.

"Bastard!!!"

A let out a beastlike roar.

Dazzling azure lightning suddenly erupted from his burly body.

Lightning Release Chakra Mode activated instantly.

"Boom!"

The sturdy stone table was violently blasted into the air by the berserk Lightning Release chakra.

A became a blue bolt of lightning too fast for the naked eye to catch.

His fist, as large as a sand bowl and carrying terrifying force capable of splitting mountains and shattering stone, smashed straight toward Ōnoki's shriveled head.

"Good!"

Ōnoki had long been prepared.

His withered hands formed seals at high speed in midair, and a dazzling, translucent white pillar of light instantly lit up in his palms.

**Dust Release: Atomic Dismantling