At that moment, Ōnoki felt as though his chair were covered in shards of glass. He could neither sit nor stand at ease.
He had the urge to flee this place immediately.
Aside from Hidden Cloud, hadn't Konoha, Kirigakure, and Hidden Sand all produced Rogue Ninja too?
And weren't the ones who had started the war yesterday two Rogue Ninja from Konoha? They had even desecrated the corpses and souls of the previous Kage, so why were they all picking on an old man like him?
Seriously... no sense of honor at all!
Young people, I advise you to mind your manners!
Of course, while that was what Ōnoki thought, even if he had ten times the courage, he would not dare say it aloud. Otherwise, it would not merely be the others verbally targeting him.
That brute of a Raikage might actually flip the table, rush over, and punch him twice at close range.
"Back then, Deidara was fiddling with his so-called art of explosions in the village and blew up quite a few buildings."
"This old man merely put that rebellious brat in confinement for a few months."
"Who would have thought that he would create a flying Clay Bomb, slip out of the sealed valley, and run away from home?"
"While he was outside, he was probably deceived by some sweet talk from the Akatsuki Organization. Or perhaps, like Kirigakure's Fourth Hokage, he was controlled by Uchiha Obito's Genjutsu."
"If this old man encounters that traitorous disciple in the future, I will personally capture him. If any of you meet him, there is no need to show mercy either."
After saying that, Ōnoki felt as though he had aged several more years. Deidara had been his favorite disciple—indeed, he had loved the boy even more than his