The Death of Rasa

The setting sun slanted west, its dying light bloodred, while the crows and vultures in the sky kept crying without end. They were trying to wait for the war to end, hoping to feast before the corpses had been properly dealt with. Konoha was filled with endless battle cries. Kurenai Yūhi, Asuma, and Anko formed up once again. Looking at Kitsuchi, who had already been reduced to such a state yet still stubbornly stood before them, Kurenai Yūhi could not help clicking her tongue.