"Madara, do you want to dance too?"
Meihui's words irritated Madara. Was his title of Konoha's First Dance King about to change hands?
Absolutely not. Aside from Hashirama, nobody gets to fight me for that title.
"Tengai Shinsei."
The thick clouds overhead split apart, revealing an enormous meteor.
Meihui looked at Madara, surprised that he had actually used this move. And since this was his second time using it, the meteor he summoned was clearly much larger than the last one.
Before Meihui could react, a second meteor descended as well. Looking at it, Meihui thought it was no big deal. Wasn't it just a whole lot bigger than the first?
Ōnoki and Gaara, watching from the sidelines, were nowhere near as calm.
"Damn it, this move again. Wait, holy shit! Why is the one on top so huge?"
Ōnoki burst out swearing. Fucking Madara, that bastard. Was he deliberately trying to screw them over? He was going to kill them all at this rate.
As he spoke, he called to the others to help Meihui withstand the attack, even though he had no idea whether they could stop it-or whether they would simply die trying.
Still, they had to put up a fight. Ōnoki had already worked out what to put in his will.
When he reached Meihui's side and was about to fly up to hold back the meteor with Super-Light Rock, Meihui stopped him.
"Hold on, old geezer. Where are you going?"
"To stop the meteor, obviously. What else would I do? Set off fireworks?"
"Fireworks? That's not a bad idea. All of you, get somewhere safe and watch me."
"Holy shit, this kid has some fucking guts. Fuck me, I'm too old for this. You'd better not be joking."
Meihui ignored him and watched the meteors