Voice of All Things

The heart of the forest sea lay deathly silent, with only shattered leaves spinning through the gale.

The tribal chief, whom Rain had blasted away with a single punch, gripped his trembling bone spear tightly. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and though his eyes were filled with shock and humiliation, he was still prepared to lead the surviving warriors in a suicidal charge. In their bloodline's inherited beliefs, outsiders were never permitted to lay a hand on the sacred land.

However, just as this brutal conflict was about to become a fight to the death—

"%￥￥#@!"

At the rear of the tribe's formation, a young warrior who had been perched atop the back of a prehistoric beast, keeping watch over the outside world, suddenly turned pale. He stared fixedly at Rain, who stood with his hands behind his back. In that instant, his fighting spirit and hostility collapsed like snow beneath the blazing sun, replaced by boundless shock and terror.

This young man was named Tuka. He was tall and powerfully built, his skin a deep, vigorous black like Obsidian. Yet what drew the most attention were his eyes, clear as well water and without the slightest impurity.

Because he possessed an extremely rare, once-in-several-centuries supreme talent in this world—Voice of All Things!

"@#￥%!"

Tuka leaped down from the beast's back, spread his arms wide, and fearlessly positioned himself between the chief and the surviving warriors. In a stern, ringing tribal dialect, he loudly rebuked them, so flustered that his words were nearly incoherent. The native elites, who had been ready to risk their lives, froze and came to an abrupt halt.

"Rain, does that guy seem to be speaking up for us?" Carina elegantly dispersed the ninjutsu smoke around her and raised an eyebrow in confusion.