"You've lived longer. What the hell is with those Rōran clothes they're wearing?!"
"Wasn't Rōran destroyed?"
The Raikage spat, watching Takahashi Yū, who stood motionless, as though facing a formidable enemy.
Rōran, a small nation within the Land of Wind, had once appeared on the desks of the various Kage because of the Dragon Vein.
But the harsh desert environment and the difficulty of exploiting it had soon led the great nations to abandon it, especially after Minato sealed it.
Ōnoki's eyes were exceptionally grave as he placed a hand on the Raikage's shoulder. One small and one large, they looked terribly awkward together.
"They don't look like deliberate reproductions. The patterns on their waist guards are very distinctive!"
"Not just anyone could wear those, Raikage."
Ōnoki's voice was low. The Iwa Shinobi's wails also unsettled him, and at his signals, some of his ten thousand reserve troops had already begun to flee.
"This is bad... big nose..."
The Third Raikage lowered himself, shifting his center of gravity downward and bending his knees slightly. He raised both hands, one guarding his torso and the other loosely protecting his head.
"He's coming!!"
Ōnoki hid behind the Raikage, bracing both hands against his thick trapezius muscles. Their many years as enemies gave them a rough understanding of each other's thoughts.
The rocky ground beneath Takahashi Yū's feet suddenly exploded. Only an afterimage remained where he had stood, and a streak of blood-red flashed through the two Kage's eyes!
Bang!!
A heavy blow suddenly struck the Third Raikage's abdomen!
The burly, dark-skinned man's eyes bulged. Before the arms he had raised to defend himself could react, a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth!
Takahashi Yū landed his punch, then stamped hard against the ground again, accelerating to dodge the Raikage's instinctive counterpunch!