Kinkaku's enormous red body sank into the mud pit, splashing sludge two meters high.
That sticky Nine-Tails chakra bubbled like boiling water.
"Sen! You brat, you still have time to chat with Big Sis!"
Darui shouted from behind as he limped along, his voice as hoarse as if a chunk of pig iron were stuck in his throat.
"Those tails behind this guy's ass are no joke!"
I lazily let out a huge yawn, picked my ear, and flicked the wax into the mud.
"Shut up. They're just two hairless golden monkeys. What's all the fuss about?"
I glanced sideways at Kinkaku below, my feet planted in the wet snow.
Warm [Photosynthesis] raced through my body. My mana bar was already full.
"Brat! I'll tear your skin off today and use it as a doormat!"
Kinkaku roared from the sludge, his crimson Nine-Tails cloak flaring again.
He braced all four hands against the mud and charged like a bull, trailing a piercing howl.
"Old man, your breath stinks too much. I'm not getting into a fistfight with you."
I curled my lip and leisurely pressed my palms together before my chest.
Clap.
That crisp sound rang out distinctly amid the ear-splitting crackle of lightning.
"Wood Release: Wood Dragon Technique!"
I called out in a low voice.
Deep underground, a violent tremor suddenly erupted, as though the earth were splitting.
Rumble!
A Giant Wood Dragon burst from the ground, several times thicker than Gaara's One-Tail.
Its head was as big as a small hill, its body covered in hard, rough, black-green Wooden Armor.
The Wood Dragon hadn't emerged beneath my feet, but from the beach a hundred meters away.
"Wh... what kind of Wood Release is this? You can summon it from that far away?"
Ōnoki hovered over a distant mound,