The wind in the canyon suddenly died.
The hundreds of Sunagakure elites who had been shouting about slaughter just moments ago now stood like ducks with their throats clutched, mouths hanging open without a single sound coming out.
Dead silence.
The only sounds left in the air were heavy breathing and the clang of weapons falling to the ground.
The swirling yellow sand filling the sky dispersed.
A fit of pained coughing came from the bottomless sand pit.
The Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, was dragged out of the pit like a lump of broken flesh.
Seven or eight bones in his body had been shattered. His magnificent Kazekage robe was torn to rags, and bloody foam mixed with gold dust kept bubbling from his mouth.
"Ka... Kazekage-sama!"
Baki's face went pale with fright. He scrambled over and frantically tried to help Rasa up.
Yoru stood atop the ground that had been crushed into golden bricks, brushing dust from his hands that did not exist.
He did not even spare the terrified Sunagakure rabble a glance. He simply strode forward and slowly walked to the edge of the sand pit.
Those black eyes looked down from above at Rasa, who was twitching on the ground.
"Tsk, still alive?"
Yoru's voice was soft, yet it was like an ice pick viciously driven into the ears of every Sunagakure ninja present.
"You're pretty tough. I thought that slap would have had the Land of Wind preparing to choose a Fifth Kazekage."
Upon hearing that, Rasa coughed up another mouthful of blood.
He glared viciously at Yoru, looking as though he wanted to skin the boy alive.
But he could not move.
That overbearing, unreasonable gravity chakra still lingered inside him, pressing him down so hard he could not even lift a finger.
"Y-you... what