Rustle, rustle—
Flying sand drifted over the ruined remains, leaving devastation everywhere.
The Second Raikage lay in a dirt pit, covered in blood. After taking several breaths, he braced himself against the ground and tried to climb up. But before he could stand straight, he stumbled and fell back into the muddy pit.
Tap, tap, tap...
The footsteps behind him drew closer. The Second Raikage struggled several more times before finally giving up. With difficulty, he twisted his body and leaned himself against a pile of rubble. He brushed aside the loose hair hanging before his eyes and rasped, "Why?"
Tap. Tap.
The footsteps finally stopped in front of him. Unlike the battered Second Raikage, Enkō merely had a few scorch marks on his robes. Looking down at his opponent, who was already at death's door, he said:
"What do you mean, why?"
The Second Raikage's face was filled with unwillingness. He raised his head to stare into Enkō's eyes and said hoarsely:
"Why... cough, cough... Why is this world so unfair? I trained with everything I had, yet I'm still no match for your innately superior Kekkei Genkai."
"If you didn't have the Sharingan, I wouldn't have lost!"
Enkō neither agreed nor disagreed. The world of Naruto did indeed favor bloodlines, but so what? No world possessed absolute fairness. Only the weak lamented the unfairness of fate.
"Then I hope you're born into a better family in your next life."
Enkō crouched down, pinched the Second Raikage's cheeks with one hand, forcibly pried open his mouth, and tossed a pill inside.
The Second Raikage did not resist at all. Aside from having no strength left, he had also accepted his fate. He was only a little puzzled as to why Enkō did not simply cut him down, choosing instead