"Pressure?! Hahaha, I love pressure!!!"
Jyuuzou Biwa froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "But won't doing this put even more pressure on the leader?!"
What bullshit pressure? To put it bluntly, they were provoking Ōnoki. If anything, it was Akatsuki that would be under more pressure. For some reason, Jyuuzou Biwa felt excited. Just thinking about it made it seem thrilling; it would be a waste not to do it.
As for whether it was decent or not, that had nothing to do with him. Kakuzu had told them to do it anyway. Even if Black Zetsu and Nagato were unhappy, they could go find Kakuzu. It had nothing whatsoever to do with Jyuuzou Biwa.
All he needed to do was enjoy a good slaughter, then let a few Iwagakure ninja who had been scared half to death go back and report the news.
"If he can't even withstand this much pressure, how can he possibly complete this plan?"
Kakuzu had already walked far away, but his unhurried voice drifted back, making Jyuuzou Biwa immediately split his highly distinctive mouth into a grin. Combined with the scar on his face, it was enough to make anyone feel immense psychological pressure.
Jyuuzou Biwa's mouth was not particularly strange. Speaking of which, Kisame Hoshigaki, who would later become famous, looked even more frightening than him. Although Jyuuzou Biwa's mouth was not as unusual, he had added something strange to it, making it look as though a bizarre red zipper had been tattooed across his lips. When he grinned, paired with the scar on his face, it gave off a very unsettling impression.
Speaking of which, judging by their appearances and attire, aside from Hozuki Mangetsu, who had died young, every one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist looked