Igniting the Filth of the Soul, Burning Away the Flesh of the Body

Hiss... Ten fingers stripped down to stark white bone gripped the three-foot-nine-inch blade. Without flesh and blood, bare bones naturally could no longer wield a sword in battle as they once had. But there was no longer any need to spill blood. When the tip of Yahiko's blade lightly touched the ground, white light surged skyward from beneath the earth. Including Rasa and Tamome, all the Sand ninjas seemed to have fallen into a strange serenity. The light washed through the valley like a tide.