It was a wound. A perfect, circular scar on the map of the elemental nations, weeping smoke and silence.
And for an eternal second, the entire village—the debris, the dead, the dying, the will of fire itself—was flattened into a single, thundering instant of absolute zero. When the light faded, the Village Hidden in the Leaves was no longer a village. pain naruto destroying village
It began not with a battle cry, but with a whisper of displaced air. It was a wound