Baiyu and the Sand Ninja’s Deal, Black-on-Black (Asking for Monthly Votes)

Land of Rain, night, torrential rain. Black storm clouds coiled above the harbor like pythons. The downpour came without thunder, leaving only dead silence and the wind sweeping in from afar, stirring up chaos in the harbor and making the little boats huddled within it like rootless duckweed creak and groan. Amid the murky darkness, only a single horizontal beam of light shone out, stretched taut and straight as if pulled by the wind. "Cough, cough! This piece of junk—I'll smash you to bits someday!