Naruto: Extreme Bloodline Limit

"Heh."

Ronglin let out a cold laugh, thick with a nasal edge, sounding utterly dismissive—even deliberately contemptuous.

"You mobilized an army of over ten thousand ninja just for show? Is there something wrong with your brain, or with the Fourth Raikage's? Do I need to repeat what I said before?"

"Was the outbreak of war inevitable, or was it something I, Uchiha Ronglin, started on my own initiative?"

"Or should I form a negotiation team for you, send them to Kumogakure to negotiate with that hot-tempered Fourth Raikage, and convince them to abandon their decision to go to war with Konoha?"

There were always people in this world who jumped out to show off the lower limit of their intelligence. How had the Shimura Clan chosen an idiot like this as their clan head?

Just because he had the strength of an Elite Jonin?

"I..."

The Shimura clan head was sprayed back by Ronglin's tirade, his face swelling to the color of pig liver, looking utterly awful.

What Ronglin hated most were idiots like this—especially idiots who loved going against him. Since the man had come right up to him, why be polite? He would spray him to death, spray him until he doubted his own life.

"What 'I'? If you're stupid, please don't drag my IQ down to your level, then try to fool me with that bottomless intelligence of yours!!"

"..."

"Pfft~~"

"Cough, cough!!!"

For a moment, quite a few people in the conference room burst out laughing, though fortunately they stopped themselves at once.

Everyone knew this was not the time to laugh. Otherwise, they would offend the Shimura clan head. Ronglin dared to spray him directly, but the others did not. Offending someone without any benefit was not worth it, so they could only hold it