Kamizuki Yu stopped walking without looking back.
The training ground fell deathly silent, with only A's heavy breathing remaining.
The bitterness and humiliation of defeat spread through every limb and bone like poison. He could neither understand nor accept it.
"You..." A spoke with difficulty, as though every word drained all his strength. "Who exactly are you?"
Just as the awkward atmosphere froze to its lowest point, an abrupt, highly rhythmic voice exploded without warning.
"Yo, yo! Big bro takes a loss, little bro makes it right!"
"Hidden Leaf's guest has got some serious might!"
"Take this! Fool! Jerk! Yeah—!"
Accompanied by that distinctive rap, a figure rushed into the training ground like a whirlwind.
The newcomer was dark-skinned, wore sunglasses, and carried several oddly shaped swords over his shoulder. It was Kumogakure's other trump card—the Eight-Tails jinchuriki, Killer B!
A's expression changed instantly.
"B! Stop! Come back!" he shouted urgently.
Even he had not been a match for Kamizuki Yu. What could B accomplish by going up against him? He would only humiliate himself.
Yet Killer B seemed not to hear him. He twisted his body into a strange posture, and seven blades flew from their sheaths in an instant. He gripped them between various joints of his body, assuming an exceedingly bizarre attacking stance.
"Big bro, just watch! I'll use perfect rap and swordsmanship to defeat this opponent! Fool! Jerk!"
Darui, C, and the others looked anxious, but none dared step forward. It was difficult for outsiders to interfere in matters between the Raikage brothers.
Kamizuki Yu finally turned around and looked at this lively jinchuriki.
This guy... was rather interesting.
He raised a hand, signaling A, who was about to rush over and stop them, not to act rashly.
"Lord Raikage, it's fine." Kamizuki Yu's tone remained