Whether Konoha Ninja truly had law-enforcement authority in the ordinary territories of the Land of Fire was debatable. But compared to these long-hidden illegal armed forces, Yuhara unquestionably possessed official status. From that perspective, there was nothing particularly wrong with him calling himself a police officer.
To Yuhara, "official authority" was like a kitchen knife—something that could genuinely hurt people.
Moreover, no matter how one looked at it, as a Konoha Ninja, he had unquestionable legitimacy in eliminating potential threats to Konoha.
"As expected, we can't afford to relax even a little. The moment we reveal the slightest opening, people like you come sniffing around." Shennong looked at Yuhara as he spoke. He did not know Yuhara, so he was not overly flustered at this point.
That was what he said, but the key point was that he had no idea where they had exposed a weakness or how Konoha had learned of their existence. Or rather, whether their information had merely happened to reach this Konoha Ninja, or whether Konoha itself had learned of them—the difference between the two was enormous.
Fortunately, those questions would not be difficult to resolve. They only had to deal with the person standing before them.
Shennong could not understand why the other party dared to come here alone. Did he really take them for trash? The Five Great Shinobi Villages were frightening because of their scale. As for the quality of each individual shinobi, was it truly higher than that of other shinobi? Everyone had two arms, two legs, and one head. Fundamentally, they were all the same.
Yet fundamentally, they were not the same. The current Yuhara had nine tails.
"Looks like you don't intend to surrender your weapons." Yuhara spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.
There was no helping