The instant Gamabunta landed, he wasted no time, reaching back to draw the gleaming katana at his hip.
"Stay put, you bastard!"
With Gamabunta's thunderous roar, the enormous blade sliced through the air with enough force to cleave mountains and shatter stone, plunging viciously into the top of the three-headed giant snake's middle head.
The blade pinned it firmly to the ground, and foul-smelling snake blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Hiss!"
With its middle head gravely wounded, the giant snake's other two heads hissed even more furiously. It thrashed wildly, trying to attack Gamabunta.
But Gamaken and Gamahiro also descended from the sky. One pinned a snake head with his fork, while the other nailed down the remaining head with his twin swords.
Gamabunta even had time to puff on his pipe and blow a few enormous smoke rings, looking utterly at ease.
Yet the figure standing atop Gamabunta's head drew even more attention.
He was a tall, white-haired man, but his current outfit was nothing like his usual attire.
He wore a somewhat extravagant black theatrical robe embroidered with golden cloud patterns, lending him an air of splendor and mystery.
Over it, he wore a matching cloak, one corner of which he stylishly lifted with one hand.
In his other hand, he held an open folding fan painted with a landscape. It concealed the lower half of his face, leaving only his slightly weathered yet keenly glittering eyes and his signature long white hair, bristling like a hedgehog's spines, exposed.
He struck a distinctly theatrical pose, tilting his head back slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing the chaotic battlefield to look into the distance.
Then a booming voice rang from his mouth, carrying a distinctive rhythm and cadence like a stage actor's recitation, and echoed clearly across the clamorous