Upon learning that the thirty thousand men could still be saved, Ōnoki completely forgot about everything else. All he wanted was to do everything in his power to preserve their lives!
Otherwise, Iwagakure would be finished, and the Two Scales Clan would be cursed for all eternity.
"You said you'd help me do things. Since that's the case, I'll give you an opportunity as well."
With a wave of Torikaze's hand, the Dark Ice gradually melted away, revealing the figures trapped inside.
"Look. Not a single one is dead. Do you need me to kill one for you to see?"
"No, no, no! There's no need! Thank you, my lord, for sparing us!"
Torikaze smiled faintly. "You only need to remember that since I can spare them today, I can take their lives again in the future."
"But if you work for me properly, not only will I refrain from killing anyone, I'll also give you suitable rewards."
Ōnoki paid no attention to any rewards. He nodded repeatedly. "Understood! Understood! We'll listen to all of your orders, my lord!"
Torikaze nodded. As expected of an old man—he was sharper than that youngster Rōsha, and more amusing to intimidate.
"Tell me, weren't your three countries plotting this together? Where is the Land of Lightning? Why haven't I seen them?"
How could Ōnoki know something like that? "Perhaps they're still on the way because the journey is far. The Kazekage and I are closest to the Rain Country, so we could come directly."
"Fine. I'll deal with them once they arrive."
"My lord, do you have any other instructions?"
Torikaze glanced at Ōnoki. This fellow had adapted to his role rather quickly.
"You'll know when I have need of you. I'm leaving now. Get out of the Rain Country quickly."
With that,