The Kage

"Why was the first person I saw after dying a bastard like you?! What a damn unpleasant sight!"

A roar full of disgust and irritation shattered the tranquility of a corner of the Pure Land.

The owner of the voice was a man with long blond hair, dressed in a dark high-collared coat, with two carefully groomed little mustaches at the corners of his mouth. At that moment, he was glaring at the figure opposite him with undisguised hatred.

"Someone I once killed has no right to bark here, Second Mizukage."

The reply was low and flat, without much inflection, yet equally mocking. The speaker was a mummy-like figure wrapped head to toe in bandages, with only a pair of eyes exposed: Mu, the Second Tsuchikage.

"Ah... that time?" Hozuki Gengetsu raised an eyebrow, then immediately retorted forcefully, "No! That time, we clearly died together! No, I killed you!"

"Did that happen?" Mu's voice remained calm, even carrying a faintly innocent note of confusion.

"I'm not in the mood to waste time with someone like you. Get the hell out of my sight! Otherwise, I wouldn't mind killing you again!" Faced with this old rival with whom he shared the ill-fated bond of mutual destruction, the Second Tsuchikage's attitude could not have been worse. His eyes gleamed coldly through the bandages with impatience.

"I'm already dead! And aren't you dead too? Killed by me, no less! How could I possibly lose to a half-dead mummy like you?!"

Hozuki Gengetsu refused to back down, his little mustaches even curling upward slightly from agitation.

The argument rapidly escalated. The distance between them shrank, and sparks nearly flew from their glaring eyes. In the end, no one knew who made the first move.

"You bastard!"

"Want to die again?!"

Hozuki Gengetsu reached out