I... I fell for it!
From the moment he suggested that I inspect the wound, I had already stepped into his trap!
His original goal was never the wound through the heart, but this scroll!
I had been completely drawn into his rhythm!
Whether he inspected it or I did, there was no difference at all. Once the inspection began, everything was under that Little Monster's control.
I really... really...
What an idiot! I had fallen for it from the very beginning!
What was worse, I had no way to refuse that proposal!
From beginning to end, I had merely been a clown performing on a beam, able only to jump about in his palm! Beads of sweat the size of soybeans silently slid down Iwama's cheeks. His body trembled slightly, and the scroll in his hand quivered along with him.
At that moment, Iwama deeply felt as though black mist-like threads were extending upward from his limbs, all the way to the five fingers of a black mist-like hand held open and lightly pressing down. Behind that hand stood a shadow like a devil, its brows curved like inverted moons, grinning as it mocked him.
Mocking him as though he were a puppet on strings! The gap was simply too great!
After realizing this, he could not help but swallow hard. Staring at the scroll before him, his mind went completely blank.
What was going on?
There was something wrong with this scroll? Why had this Iwa ambassador stopped talking? Shouldn't he be demanding an explanation here?
Why wasn't he saying anything!
And judging by his appearance, things did not seem good for him either!
What exactly was written on the scroll? At this moment, the Konoha ninja exchanged glances. Similar doubts flashed through their minds. They did not