Hyuga Kei said with feigned disdain, "Raikage, don't stand there condemning me so self-righteously. In these troubled times, everyone fights for their own beliefs. The innocent people you see may be obstacles in someone else's eyes.
"You think my hands are stained with blood, but haven't you taken countless lives in battle as well? Don't make yourself sound so noble. You and I are nothing more than pawns in this cruel world.
"Of course... if you insist on blaming those people's deaths on me, then come and take your revenge. Use every means at your disposal, so long as you can kill me."
Hyuga Kei's words were undeniably vicious, every sentence stabbing straight into the Raikage's heart. Strictly speaking, Hyuga Kei really had not killed that many of their shinobi.
Those had all been Deidara's doing. What did any of it have to do with me, Hyuga Kei?
And in terms of raw strength, even if every last person from that shattered Kumogakure joined forces, they would never be a match for Hyuga Kei.
Hearing Hyuga Kei's contemptuous words, veins bulged across the Raikage's forehead. His eyes widened in fury, as though he would charge at Hyuga Kei and fight him to the death at any moment.
"Hyuga Kei, you shameless bastard! How can you brush aside the casualties of war so lightly? Those warriors who lost their lives all had families, all had people they cared about, yet you treat them like dirt!"
The Raikage's roar echoed throughout the entire hall. His hands clenched into tight fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"I think you're simply guilty and too afraid to admit your crimes!" the Raikage continued to roar. "Don't think a few pretty words now can cover up what you've done in the past. I, Raikage