Naruto: Extreme Bloodline Limit

White Fang froze slightly when he saw Ronglin constantly shaking his shoulders as he edged away from him.

Ronglin shook his shoulders and moved a little farther away, his face full of disdain.

"I'm afraid that resentment of yours, like some bitter wife's, will rub off on me."

"..."

White Fang swore that if they were not in the Hokage's Office Building, and if he were not Ronglin's match, he would definitely beat him up. This was just too infuriating. He was a grown man, and Ronglin was describing him with words like resentment and bitter wife?

"Ahem!"

The Third Hokage coughed, indicating that he was still there.

White Fang rolled his eyes and quieted down. Ronglin also put away the wicked grin on his face, sat down in a chair, and looked at the two of them with a smile as he asked, "Does it feel a little unreal?"

"It does."

The Third Hokage set down his pipe, his aged face filled with emotion.

"When the news came in, I even thought it had been misreported. Kumogakure lost too quickly. None of us dared believe it was true."

"Over ten thousand against three thousand. No matter who it was, no one would dare believe it." White Fang nodded in agreement.

One could imagine that when the battle report came back, even people like White Fang and the Third Hokage, who had weathered countless storms, found it hard to believe, let alone ordinary people. After hearing the news, ninety-nine percent of people's first reaction was that it was impossible. Was this some kind of prank?

"Who would dare joke around with a frontline battle report?"

Ronglin shrugged, feeling that the two of them were worrying unnecessarily. Anyone who dared falsify this kind of intelligence—unless the people in the Intelligence Department