Wrapped in deep purple chakra flames, Genya walked toward the seat of honor, step by step.
His pace was unhurried, each step seeming to land on everyone's heartbeat.
With a casual beckoning of his right hand, the Lightning Blade Purple Radiance lodged at the edge of the hole in the wall shot back into his grasp as a streak of lightning.
He stopped ten paces from the Daimyo's table, his Mangekyo gazing coldly at the man slumped there like a puddle of mud. His voice rang clearly above the wind and frightened gasps.
"Your Excellency,"
"Did you not see how unwilling they looked just now? Or..."
He paused, his Mangekyō Sharingan turning slightly as they locked onto the Daimyo's terror-filled eyes.
"Are your eyes just for decoration?"
Before his words had faded, Genya raised his left hand and spread his fingers, aiming at the samurai and several ninja serving the Capital on his left, who had been kneeling and were now struggling to rise.
With a slight shift of his will, the lightning release chakra he had perfectly mastered responded in its most savage form!
Several terrifying bolts of concentrated, deep purple lightning, each as thick as a bucket, erupted from his palm!
They engulfed that area to his left with pinpoint precision.
"No!"
The screams were instantly drowned out by the thunder's roar.
The instant the lightning touched them, the samurai and ninja, along with their weapons and armor, melted and vaporized like snow beneath a blazing sun, leaving not even a trace of ash!
The raging lightning continued unabated, slamming into the Palace's lavishly decorated, intricately carved left wall.
BOOOOM!!
Hard stone, metal ornaments, and splendid murals were utterly helpless before that destructive lightning.
They tore apart and collapsed!
Another enormous breach blasted open. The lingering purple lightning