The "innocent" look on Naruto's face faded, returning to his usual unsmiling expression.
The act of playing the fool was over.
He explained casually, "Lord Raikage, it seems we may have gone a little overboard with the armor-piercing properties of our product. This warhead was designed to, upon contacting high-density chakra defenses, use the special formula engraved within to convert part of its kinetic energy into high-frequency Lightning Release chakra vibrations, continuously paralyzing and disrupting the enemy's chakra pathway system. Judging by your reaction, the results seem fairly good."
His words gave the Raikage a headache.
What did he mean by "gone a little overboard"?
What did he mean by "fairly good"?
This was blatant humiliation.
The Raikage calmed himself and analyzed the situation from moments ago.
He had indeed needed only a second to mobilize the endlessly surging chakra within his body and forcibly disperse that Xeno Energy invading his chakra pathways. The numbness in his left shoulder vanished instantly.
Yet a storm raged in his heart.
That instant of helplessness had been completely real. He knew very well that if it had been any Jonin from the village—even Darui or C—the outcome of that strike would not have been as simple as one second of paralysis on half the body.
It would have been a direct penetrating wound and an immediate loss of combat capability.
Even more terrifyingly, what if... it had not been a single shot? What if there were ten, a hundred ninja wielding such weapons and firing in saturation volleys? How fragile would Kumogakure's proud tactical system of high-speed charges and Lightning Release Armor become before this unheard-of method of attack?
At last, he understood where the confidence of this youth before him, who dared to challenge him, came from.
With something like this, Konoha