There was a stiff ringing sound playing in Asura's head. He opened his eyes only to see his ship completely wrecked to pieces. The once perfectly crafted ship by Kirigakure was a complete disaster. It was dark where he was, but the strong rays of the sun managed to slip it's way through the cracks of the ship providing a light source. Pushing boards from the wreck ship aside with his only free arm, Asura slowly began to stand to his feet. Standing up halfway slumped, Asura's arm that was trapped under boards dangled as if it were broken.