[In the blink of an eye, Myotismon's entire body was sealed inside a massive block of crystal-clear, deep-blue ice!]
[He was still frozen in the midst of struggling and roaring, but the light had gone from his crimson eyes. Only his malice remained, trapped in the ice.]
[The surface was smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sparse starlight above the valley and the three Kirigakure Jonin.]
[Aokiji stood, brushed nonexistent ice chips from his hands, and yawned. "Done. This ice will hold him for at least three days. Plenty of time to interrogate him."]
[Sakazuki returned his molten arm to normal and snorted. "So much for a member of Nine Nether."]
[He surveyed the ravaged valley, his brow furrowing slightly.]
[Smoker blew out one last puff of smoke and stubbed his cigarette against the ice. "Teacher Ao, we've taken care of him."]
[Only then did Ao emerge from the thick mist, leaning on his cane as he strolled over to admire the frozen Myotismon.]
The Canopy Screen's footage ended there.
Inside the Mizukage Office, the mood grew lively after that spectacular record of battle.
The three men's Ninjutsu had been so powerful that it had reshaped the terrain, leaving behind scorched ground where lava had cooled and a ravine threaded with frost.
"Excellent!" Mei Terumi could not help clapping in admiration. Her green eyes shone as she turned to Ao.
"Lava Style, Boil Style, Ice Style—three advanced Kekkei Genkai working together so seamlessly!"
"Ao, the way you train your disciples in the future has truly opened my eyes! You're not merely raising elite fighters. You're forging weapons of strategic importance!"
Chojuro nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of wonder behind his glasses.
"The destructive power and tactical precision of that combination have indeed surpassed what an ordinary Kage-level ninja could achieve."