Rasa's body went rigid. He slowly lowered his head.
He stared at the ragged wound piercing his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief, resentment, and boundless sorrow.
Then he raised his eyes to Sasori.
He wanted to say something.
Nothing came out.
The Magnet Release: Gold Dust he had taken pride in all his life now drifted away like powder.
The wind blew.
It was gone.
He thought of his son.
No.
He hadn't even had time to think of his son.
The Fourth Kazekage, Rasa.
Even in death, he left no final words.
Thud.
His tall frame hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of desolate dust. Then he lay still.
"The Kazekage... is dead?"
Gāngtài muttered the words in a hollow voice, stunned.
The gaunt candidate collapsed among the ruins. Cold all over, he could not collect himself for a long time.
Lian lowered her gaze, her expression indifferent and undisturbed.
Sasori withdrew his Chakra Threads, his face expressionless.
He turned toward the giant beast still rampaging through the city.
The mission was not over.
The One-Tail still had to go into the scroll.
"Sunagakure's Kazekage."
"This line ends with him."
"Raaahahahaha!"
Shukaku gazed at the flames and rolling smoke rising over West Quarter and laughed wildly, rocking back and forth.
He did not care whether he destroyed noble estates or ordinary streets, whether he wiped out court factions or innocent civilians.
To him, destruction had always been nothing more than a game to enjoy.
Atop a broken wall, the night wind blew bleakly.
En stood with sword in hand and looked up at the roaring One-Tail. In his mind, every piece was in place.
The second step of the Four Birds Plan was complete.
What remained was clear.
Next, he had to guide