World-Shattering Partnerships

The wind blew strongly on the summit of this mountain. The trees rustled in response, well, all except for one. This was a place known to several as the Final Mountain, where epic collisions of history had been fought. Another would be fought here today. Standing upon the grasslands next to the core tree that stabilized this mountain and averted it from endless destruction, four combatants looked upon one another with particular vigor. Even surrounded by the two imposing mountains that could be seen from countries away, these four stood unperturbed. After all, the sun shone brightly, no clouds could be seen in sight, and the terrain was perfectly even...at least, until the show started.

One of the combatants that stood upon this precipice was Mukūrō. His short black hair, ornamented by a horn of almost alien bone, bright green eyes, pale skin and white attire were all present today. It was a miraculous occasion that he could step out of his confines and engage in a battle like this. "Ah, this feels nice...Although it does seem a bit chilly, though." Stretching his arms outwards, Mukūrō looked towards his partner. "Lovely to meet you, Iyoku-san. Here's hoping we'll get along just fine against Lord Kazekage and Hokage, yeah?"