"Sixth, that was only a warning."
The Daimyo's son spoke with calm certainty, as if the game had reached its final moves and victory were already written across his face.
"Now you have no chance of escaping. This is the Capital of Fire, the Daimyo Residence—my father's territory, and mine. There are only two of you. No reinforcements, no way out, nowhere to retreat. So I'll give you a chance. Abandon your plan to have Ninja take part in production, and issue a public apology to the entire Land of Fire for your foolish actions. Do that, and I'll let you leave. I won't make things difficult for you."
"With this rabble you brought? Should I take this to mean that a noble of the Land of Fire is rebelling against Konoha?"
"How dare you! I'm the Daimyo's son! The next Feudal Lord of the Land of Fire!"
The Daimyo's son flushed bright red. "Who do you think you are? An Uchiha—even if you're the Hokage, you're still just a Ninja! What gives you the right to speak to me like that?!"
Satsuki had struck a nerve.
But she had no intention of stopping. She fixed her gaze on his reddened face.
"Stop fooling yourself. You aren't the Feudal Lord of the Land of Fire, and you aren't the next one, either. At most, you're a noble of the Land of Fire."
"And a noble who attempts to assassinate the leader of the Land of Fire's Ninja village is a rebel. Legally speaking, you brought troops into the Daimyo Residence, surrounded the current Feudal Lord, and attacked the Hokage. Any one of those acts is enough to cost you your life."
The Daimyo's son's face darkened.
The Daimyo was sweating profusely, because Satsuki's argument held more weight. His son might