"Tayuya, Jirobo, Sakon and Ukon, Kidomaru, Zaku, and Karin."
"Iwagakure's offensive methods are impossible to guard against. With only a little over two hundred of us left, there's no way we can stand against them."
"Now, our only choices are to surrender or run."
Jirobo slammed both fists down on the table, his face full of frustration.
"Damn Five Great Nations, damn Iwagakure! They actually used such underhanded methods!"
"We've been living just fine here and never interfered with their village. They must have set their sights on the land beneath our feet!"
"If they've got the guts, they should fight me head-on! This is disgusting!"
Seeing that Jirobo still wanted to fight at a time like this, Kidomaru sneered.
"Are you really brainless, or have you lost your mind?"
"That's Iwagakure, one of the Five Great Nations. They could crush us to death with sheer numbers. Wasn't the Third Raikage's death during the Third Shinobi World War the best example?"
"Just as expected of a brute. All you know is how to act on impulse."
Already holding back a bellyful of anger, Jirobo was provoked by Kidomaru's words and instantly turned red with rage, his fat face flushing bright crimson.
"You...!"
"Enough!"
"All you do is argue. What's there to argue about? It's all noise, and it's driving me insane."
"We'll vote on it. Raise your hand if you support leaving. If you want to stay, don't raise your hand."
After Tayuya spoke, all seven of them raised their hands in unison.
Kidomaru raised a brow and glanced sideways at Jirobo.
"Oh? Didn't expect a dead fatso like you to be smart enough to know when to run."
"Shut up! Will it kill you to say less?" Sakon and Ukon spoke at the same time. Only then did Kidomaru