Inside the Five Kage Summit room, the Third Kazekage rubbed his throbbing temples as iron sand formed tiny vortices at his fingertips.
Ay’s chakra stirred up gusts of wind within the confined space, rattling the folding screen in the corner.
The Third Kazekage wore a look of helpless exasperation. This brute hadn't changed at all in all these years—still so impulsive. If not for the extraordinary circumstances right now, he truly wouldn't want to sit at the same table with him.
Chapter 87