Land of Earth, Iwagakure.
Uzumaki Feng stood alone on the outskirts of Iwagakure. The surroundings were silent, with only a light breeze brushing the treetops and the occasional birdcall, as though adding a trace of tension to the action he was about to take.
"Sage Art—Wind Release—Rasenshuriken!" he murmured, his voice filled with unwavering resolve.
In an instant, a terrifying Rasenshuriken formed in his hand, carrying the formidable force to slice through anything as it spun and glinted with a chilling light.
The fierce wind pressure seemed to tear through the air, blurring the scenery around him.
Whoosh! The shuriken shot out at astonishing speed like a bolt of lightning, flying straight toward the towering Tsuchikage Building in the distance. It left behind a dazzling trail, as though proclaiming his challenge and mockery.
A sharp howl echoed through the air, as if even time had frozen beneath the power of that instant.
Amid the ruins, an oppressive atmosphere hung in the air, as though even the air itself had been stained by the wreckage of destruction.
Ōnoki was burning with rage, his face full of indignation. Even his weathered old face had turned red with anger. As his gaze swept over the devastation, a nameless fury surged within him.
At that moment, Uzumaki Feng teleported before Ōnoki like a ghost, wearing an easy smile. "Hey, Ōnoki! I heard you're planning to head to the Land of Lightning again. Is that right?" His tone was full of teasing and provocation.
Ōnoki frowned and studied the young man before him with suspicion, a trace of unease rising in his heart. "Who are you? Did you cause all this destruction?"
Uzumaki Feng gave a disdainful laugh, provocation gleaming in his eyes. "Ōnoki, don't tell me you're stupid enough not to know who