That shout left my throat so dry it felt like it was spitting sparks. I swallowed a gritty mouthful of saliva, and the sand scraped my throat raw. Those two enormous black rocks pressed lower and lower overhead. The air was as thick as a pot of ruined paste. Waves of heat slammed down, curling the ragged strips of my coat. I wiped my forehead, and sweat mixed with black ash ran into my eyes, stinging until I couldn't stop blinking. My soles sizzled against the Wood Dragon's bones. This heat really packed a punch. It could roast a live cow on the spot.
Madara stood on the dry mud slope below. Hearing that, he actually stopped forming hand seals. An ugly smile stretched across his dead face, riddled with Impure World Reincarnation cracks. His red armor plates creaked as his shoulders shook. "A contractor? What an ignorant little brat. In all my years dominating the Shinobi World, this is the first time I've heard someone talk about carrying Tengai Shinsei like a sack." He raised his chin slightly, his purple-ringed eyes locked on me with the mocking amusement of a cat toying with a mouse.
I rolled my eyes, not bothering to look him in the face. The old fossil had spent so long underground that his brain had gone moldy. I slowly raised my arms into the roasting wind and enjoyed a long, lazy stretch. Every joint in my body crackled like a string of little firecrackers. My neck ached like hell, and I yawned. "Old man, those rocks look big, but they're all show. What else can they do besides make a racket when they hit?"
The Kage down in the muck nearly had their eyes pop out at my lazy display. Kakashi lay sprawled in a