Kakarotto looked at the Wind Lord, prostrated, and shook his head. "Some people only get the depth of the world when they see blood."
That casual remark was enough to make everyone uneasy. They were all on the ground, from the regular disciples to the Elders.
It was then that they realized the true terror. They, who considered themselves part of one of the eight great powers of the empire, were nothing but ants in front of this discreet young man. He could push them into the abyss with a simple gesture, turning them to ashes with a smile on his face.
The Wind Lord was filled with regret. He wasn't so much afraid for his life but for the fate of his clan. The current situation was the result of his own mistakes. He underestimated that young man and didn't bother to warn the Elders not to provoke him.
