The more Ay tried to steer past the subject, the less Ronglin let him off the hook.
"Hand over an arm."
"?!!!"
What did that mean?
A string of question marks seemed to pop up over everyone's heads, Ay included. None of them understood what Ronglin meant.
Ronglin sneered and explained further:
"Since Shisui lost an arm, Kumogakure should send out someone of corresponding strength and leave an arm behind as repayment. My demand doesn't seem excessive."
That demand wasn't excessive?
Quite a few people present nearly fainted from rage. By now, who didn't know that Uchiha Shisui was already one of Konoha's Kage-level experts? Sending out someone of equal strength and having them leave an arm behind—wasn't that utter nonsense?
This wasn't compensation negotiations at all. He was obviously picking a fight!
"What do you think, Ay? Does that sound fair to you?"
Ay lowered his head slightly and clenched his fists. The veins on his forehead bulged continuously, and he was clearly on the verge of exploding.
If this continued, he would rather lead his men into battle against Ronglin than keep talking nonsense with him. But was something like that even possible?
Not every village was like Konoha, with so many Kage-level experts. Kage-level experts were emblematic figures of their villages; there was no way they would cut off an arm to compensate someone else.
"You bastard, idiot! I, Lord Killer B, will chop mine off for you!!!"
Suddenly, Killer B's voice rang out from Kumogakure's side.
Rather than feeling pleased by Killer B's appearance, Ay got a headache instead.
"Bastard!! Who told you to come out on your own?! Who gave you that order?!!!"
Ever since childhood, Killer B had feared no one but his big brother. Of course, there was one more person now—Ronglin.
He