Smack!
Amid a crisp sound, the small cloth pouch landed in the Third Raikage's outstretched hand. As he lightly gripped it, he pursed his lips, a trace of resolve flashing in his eyes.
Konoha's specially made Ration Balls?
The kind that could quickly restore stamina and Chakra?
The Konoha-made Ration Balls that were far more effective than those of any other ninja village? At that moment, Kumogakure's ninja followed the arc traced by the little cloth pouch and looked at the pouch lightly clenched in the Third Raikage's hand. With their trained eyes, they could tell that it contained roughly two round objects, about the size of pills. They really did look like Ration Balls.
But... could this Little Monster really be so kind? Was he giving the Third Raikage Konoha's special Ration Balls to restore his stamina and Chakra?
How could that be possible?
Absolutely impossible! They had been opponents locked in a life-or-death battle one moment ago, and the next, he was nobly offering his opponent medicine to recover?
Perhaps something like that could happen in a fairy tale, but in this cruel world of ninja?
Impossible! Such a thing was absolutely impossible!
Any ninja who did something like that would be naïve to a shameful degree!
No matter what, an enemy was an enemy. No matter how respectable the enemy was, no matter how much the two sides appreciated each other, no one would do such a thing! Even the most respected enemy was still an enemy—someone to be killed. An enemy existed to be dealt with in order to complete the mission. No personal feelings could change that. This was the iron rule of the ninja world.
So this was absolutely impossible. There had to be a trick to it! This Little Monster was still plotting