In terms of worldly experience, Aoyama, who had lived more than half his life and had been born a noble of the Land of Fire, believed he was anyone's equal. Yet what he saw today still far exceeded his imagination.
The Susanoo, taller than a small hill, beat its wings in the air. Then a purple bow and arrow materialized in its hands.
The Susanoo drew its bow and nocked the arrow, aiming at an enormous hill of sand in the distance.
When the Susanoo released its arrow, neither Aoyama nor Yuwen could even track its flight. A deafening boom rang out in the distance—the sand hill, originally hundreds of meters tall, had been flattened by a single arrow.
Yuwen and the thousand-plus samurai he commanded froze like wooden statues after that shot from the Susanoo. At that moment, they did not dare move a muscle.
Under Sasuke's control, the enormous Susanoo slowly descended from the sky. Its armor fell away and its muscles peeled off, leaving Sasuke standing before Yuwen once more.
Yuwen was a military commander, powerfully built and around two meters tall. He had originally looked down at Sasuke, but now, faced with Sasuke's Rinnegan, he dropped straight to his knees.
Overwhelmed by panic, Yuwen could no longer even speak. He merely knelt at Sasuke's feet, waiting for his orders.
"Let's go. Take us into the city."
It felt as though centuries had passed. Yuwen was drenched in cold sweat, and just as he thought his heart would leap out of his chest from sheer terror, Sasuke's cool voice reached his ears like a divine decree.
"Yes, yes, yes! My lord, please follow me! What are you all standing around for? Put away your swords and escort our lord into the city!"
Hearing Sasuke's command, Yuwen felt