"No... no... Am... Ambassador, n-no... no, it wasn't me, I didn't... didn't..."
Staring at that twisted face, as ghastly as an evil demon's, the Konoha ninja with blood all over his hands fought back the terror that had nearly blanked his mind and stammered out an excuse for himself.
"Shut up! In a situation like this, you still think you can argue your way out of it?"
But the blade at his throat gave him no chance to continue explaining. It pressed forward, nearly piercing the skin of his neck, cutting off his words.
The Iwa ambassador standing before him used the weapon in his hand to stop him from speaking any further.
Seeing the Iwa ambassador suddenly draw his sword and restrain their comrade, the Konoha ninja who had nearly surrounded the courtyard instinctively reached for their weapons.
Yet after hesitating, they ultimately did not draw them. They merely watched the Iwa ambassador and the Iwa guards behind him with wary expressions.
"Gulp!"
Restrained at swordpoint by the Iwa ambassador, the panic-stricken Konoha ninja unconsciously swallowed.
It's over!
This is really over!
They've completely misunderstood! I... I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him!
The village might be dragged down because of me too. I... I... what do I do? What am I supposed to do? This frantic thought repeated endlessly in his mind. He could no longer think at all, and his entire body had nearly gone rigid.
Clearly, this Konoha ninja knew exactly what the current situation meant. The reason he was panicking so badly was precisely because he understood its implications.
Originally, as a ninja capable of carrying out escort duties for a diplomatic delegation, he was an elite with extensive wartime experience. Logically speaking, he should not have lost his composure so completely in a