In Kumogakure, a slightly pudgy man wearing goggles was holding a concert onstage.
"On a day this cold, don't stay so far away, come a little closer, but the snow~ drifts into my eyes, and I can't see your snow-white lies."
The crowd below was packed and buzzing with excitement, cheering and screaming.
"Aaaah! Lord Killer B is so handsome! This concert is absolutely wild!" an excited bystander exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah! The song Lord Killer B wrote this time is amazing!"
"So freaking cool!"
Killer B was beside himself with excitement. This was the first time he had drawn such a huge crowd since he started holding concerts. He couldn't have been happier.
Just then, Fourth Raikage A arrived at Killer B's concert with a thunderous expression.
"B, you're wasting your time on this nonsense again."
"Big brother, I'm not! This is my rap."
Smack! A crisp sound rang out as A slapped B across the face.
"I don't care what it is. Go train! Jinchūriki across the Shinobi World have been getting captured lately. Stay put in the village and don't go anywhere."
"Tch, you could've just talked to me. Why did you have to hit me? Do you know how much damage a slap like that does to a young jinchūriki's psyche?"
"Hm?"
"Hahaha, big brother, you didn't hear a thing just now."
A also knew that his little brother Killer B had taken a beating from the Akatsuki last time.
Now he kept an even closer watch on him.
When someone reported the recent events in Konoha to the Raikage,
even A himself failed to notice the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"So Konoha's strength has taken quite a hit, then? The Akatsuki have already been there."
There was no telling what A was thinking. That