Zeno awaited his adversary's arrival. The world around him was dominated by dark rockish colours. He stood on a platform at one of the peaks in the Phoenix Mountains. An arena designed for those who wanted real danger and risk. There was a platform with a diameter of about 300 meters. The edge revealed a steep fall of 500 meters downward onto rising spikes from the ground. Falling off the platform could mean death.
Yet here he was, meditating during the last moments of silence before the battle would begin. Minato had challenged him to taste his strength, and so he would demonstrate it.
Yet here he was, meditating during the last moments of silence before the battle would begin. Minato had challenged him to taste his strength, and so he would demonstrate it.