The wind in the canyon seemed frozen.
Three thousand Hidden Cloud Village elites stood with their mouths agape, staring blankly at their big brother, who had been smashed into the ground, convulsing all over and foaming at the mouth.
Their minds were completely blank.
One move.
Just one move.
The Fourth Raikage, the invincible man Kumogakure took pride in, known as the man with the strongest body in the ninja world.
His arm had been crushed single-handedly, and he had been hurled into a pit like trash.
It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
What the hell kind of surreal plot was this?
"B... Big Brother—!"
From the rear came a shrill, broken cry, finally shattering the suffocating silence.
Killer B, the Eight-Tails jinchuriki, dropped his bubble gum to the ground with a pop.
The sunglasses he always wore slipped down to the tip of his nose, revealing eyes filled with shock.
He panicked.
He was completely panicked.
"Bastard! What did you do to my big brother?! You fool, you bastard!"
Killer B roared in his distinctive rap cadence as he charged out from the back of the formation.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
In one breath, he drew the seven ninja swords of varying lengths from his back and assumed an outrageously flashy opening stance for Octopus Style Swordsmanship.
"Yo, yo, today you dared lay a finger on my big brother!"
Killer B waved his seven blades and bobbed his head as he sang his terrible rap.
"Tomorrow I'll chop you into meat paste, let you taste the Eight-Tails' rage, check it out!"
Yoru watched the burly dark-skinned man before him, waving seven blades, hopping around, and muttering nonstop.
His head began to ache.
There was definitely something wrong with this guy's brain.
"Another one here to die?"
Yoru