Ryū planted his feet. He drew in a sharp breath, chest expanding, then he clapped.
Not a gentle meeting of palms. A violent collision, every muscle in his arms and shoulders driving the motion.
He didn't just mimic the sound—he poured his own elemental control into it, shaping raw vibration through the air with the same precision he used for fire or wind.
CRACK-BOOOOOM.
Two walls of sound collided in the space between them.
The impact was cataclysmic.
The air itself screamed.
A visible shock dome expanded outward from the clash point, shattering every remaining window in the nearby buildings.
The ground heaved violently, cracks spiderwebbing across the plaza in every direction.
Chunks of concrete and rebar launched skyward. The half-collapsed building groaned louder, a support beam snapping with a metallic twang as the structure shifted.
Ryū felt the backlash slam into his body like a tidal wave.
His feet slid backward several meters, heels digging trenches.
