"Crackle—!"
Three blinding blue bolts of electricity, like thunder ripping through the air, crashed into the center of the battlefield at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.
They landed directly beside the airdrop crate! As the light faded, arcs of lightning crackled around the three figures, scattering the fallen leaves in every direction.
The three members of Darui's Kumogakure squad emerged from the lightning. With both hands in his pockets, Darui lazily swept his gaze over the airdrop crate.
A casual smile hung on his lips as Atsui stood to his right. Lightning arced most densely over his knotted, muscular arms, making him look like a beast poised to pounce.
Omoi stood on the left, lightly tapping the hilt of the ninja sword at his waist with his fingers, his gaze sharp as an eagle's.
Darui even yawned, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand as though he had just woken up.
Atsui, meanwhile, headed straight for the airdrop crate, ignoring the Hidden Sound Village and Hidden Grass Village squads around him.
This brazen disregard instantly brought the Hidden Sound Village and Hidden Grass Village teams, who had just been fighting to the death, to a ceasefire.
Everyone's eyes fell upon these three uninvited guests.
The Hidden Sound Village captain's face darkened. His Adam's apple bobbed. A Kumogakure squad was absolutely no ordinary group of Genin.
The presence they exuded, along with their Lightning Release chakra, made it clear that they were anything but ordinary.
He cursed inwardly. Trouble. Yet he still forced himself to keep up appearances, trying to invoke the prestige of a major village.
He took a step forward, his voice carrying a trace of forced composure as he tried to make his tone sound more even.
"Friends from Hidden Cloud