"Let's go deliver a clock to Lord Tsuchikage... and toll his funeral bell."
Before Chiya had finished speaking, the Kumogakure ninja in the ruins of the Valley of Clouds and Lightning behind him finally crumbled under overwhelming despair, their weapons still in hand and their eyes filled with hatred and fear.
Their strongest spear and shield-the Fourth Raikage-had fallen. Their strongest Jinchūriki-Killer B and Yugito-had been captured. The Will of Lightning that Kumogakure took such pride in had been shattered beyond recognition by a man who hadn't even dirtied his clothes.
Clang...
No one knew who let go first. A kunai fell onto the rocks with a crisp clang.
That sound was like the first falling domino.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Countless ninja blades, shuriken, and kunai were thrown to the ground. Thousands of Kumogakure elites, normally hot-tempered and devoted to strength, now looked like sheep stripped of their backbones, their heads bowed and their faces ashen.
The crowd parted on its own.
A young Jonin with white hair, dark skin, and the character for "lightning" tattooed on his left shoulder stepped forward with heavy footsteps.
Darui.
The Fourth Raikage's right-hand man, and the promising heir once expected to become the next Raikage.
But now, his usual laziness was gone, replaced by profound humiliation and dread. Looking at the Raikage and Killer B dangling from the massive hand of Sasuke's Susanoo, his knees buckled, and he dropped heavily before Chiya.
"Please... please wait."
Darui's voice was hoarse, as though his throat were full of grit.
"What?"
Chiya stopped and turned sideways, his purple Rinnegan sweeping indifferently over Darui's face.
"Do you want to die in their place? Or would you like me to flatten this place completely?"
That single look made Darui feel as though an ancient beast had seized him