Above Konoha, a shrill whistle through the air rapidly drew closer.
With Temari tucked under one arm, Son Goten became a fighter jet cruising at supersonic speed, plowing a white wake through the clouds.
Tucked under his arm, Temari's long hair flew wildly, her whole face distorted by the wind, tears and snot streaming everywhere.
She wanted to scream, but at this speed, the wind rushing in the moment she opened her mouth could burst her lungs.
"We're here!"
Son Goten braked sharply, coming to an instantaneous halt in midair.
The tremendous inertia made Temari feel as if all her internal organs had shifted out of place.
Below, Konoha was still shrouded in smoke, but the familiar Ichiraku Ramen looked completely intact. He could even see old man Teuchi standing in the doorway with a ladle, peering outside.
Son Goten breathed a sigh of relief and patted Temari's bottom.
"Good, good, the cafeteria's still standing. Now I don't have to stew that sand-playing little brother of yours."
Temari: "..."
All she wanted now was somewhere to throw up for a while.
Having confirmed the ramen shop was safe, Son Goten immediately fixed his gaze on the Arena's roof.
An extremely conspicuous purple rectangular barrier of light sat over the roof like an enormous lid, with two figures faintly moving inside.
A cold, nauseating presence seeped out from within, even overpowering the fragrance of ramen.
Son Goten frowned.
"I hate it when people let out stinky farts while I'm eating."
He lowered his body, bending his knees slightly.
Boom! With an enormous crash, tiles on the Arena's roof burst apart and flew everywhere.
Son Goten slammed onto the roof like a meteor, landing right in front of several Anbu who were anxiously trying to find a solution.
The sudden commotion startled