"Rustle, rustle, rustle~~~"
After Gyuki's spinning-top assault, a rain of dirt fell through the smoky surroundings, showering everyone with tiny clods and grains of sand.
The several intensely malicious presences from before had completely dissipated with that commotion.
That meant the battle was finally over.
"Hey, Gyuki!!" Kurama turned his head, a hint of irritation in his fox eyes. "You bastard, can't beat me, so you're resorting to dirty tricks to get me, huh?"
Among the Nine Tailed Beasts, he had always been acknowledged as the strongest, which also made him a thorn in most of the other Tailed Beasts' sides. The weakest one, in particular, hated him the most.
Gyuki tilted his head dubiously, as though seriously trying to remember when he had ever used dirty tricks. "Kurama, what are you talking about?"
"Heh." Kurama sneered. "If that's how it is, how about we have a fight, Gyuki?"
Gyuki shook his head, refusing without hesitation.
It wasn't that he was afraid of Kurama. He simply thought it was pointless. Fighting as soon as he got out? He hadn't even seen enough of the scenery yet.
Son Gokū had also been caught up in Gyuki's attack and felt somewhat annoyed.
But he said nothing, mainly because he was afraid Kurama would throw the "number of tails" argument at him again. That guy loved bringing that up.
Ron was already lying on the ground, his limbs spread out, as though he could finally relax and catch his breath.
His gaze rested on the gray sky, and he suddenly murmured, "It feels... like something's missing?"
He paused, then abruptly sat up and spat. There was no other meaning to it; dirt had fallen into his mouth.
"It's a lot quieter... without Kaido around. If he were here, wouldn't he be humming that