On the main battlefield, the instant Ōnoki took to the air and left, Kitsuchi stepped to the front of the Iwagakure forces and took command.
As the Third Tsuchikage's son, he certainly wasn't weak. It was just that...
Remembering the threatening look his dad had given him before leaving, Kitsuchi couldn't help pursing his lips.
Looks like I'll have to take this a little seriously... Sigh, what if I reveal too much and Dad saddles me with the Tsuchikage position? The Tsuchikage gets up earlier than a rooster and goes to bed later than a dog. Even a dog wouldn't take that job.
With disdain for the Tsuchikage position, Kitsuchi silently looked at the Third Raikage A's son opposite him.
Unlike Kitsuchi's thoughts, Ben Zilei, the Fourth Raikage candidate-or rather, heir-was now blazing with lightning. Crackling blue-violet arcs coiled around his limbs, and scorching, violent Lightning Release chakra tore through the surrounding air, pulverizing every loose stone beneath his feet.
Clearly, he was looking forward to the coming battle and was ready to give Kitsuchi a beating.
By now, all traces of his sorry state after Ōnoki had sent him flying with a punch had vanished. He was brimming with fierce, domineering courage.
"You, little fatty over there! Fight me!"
At those words, Kitsuchi merely sighed helplessly, looking as though he had nothing left to live for, without the slightest tension or excitement before battle.
Little fatty?
Kitsuchi silently lowered his head and glanced at his sturdy, stocky figure. Fine, he felt he could use a few more tricks.
"Brute. Your whole family really is full of brutes fit to be put on display."
With that, Kitsuchi raised his hands and formed hand seals before his chest.
Humm-!
A low tremor sounded from underground.
The next moment, the ground within