What a Pity, You Know Nothing About Power!

Nadare Rōga was coughing up blood from the corner of his mouth as he watched Minamoto Takuya approach through blurred vision.

After a long while, he finally came back to his senses. Wiping the blood from his mouth, he said, "Copying ninjutsu... You're a ninja of the Uchiha Clan!"

"Who knows?" Minamoto Takuya neither confirmed nor denied his guess.

"The only thing in the Shinobi World that can copy ninjutsu is the Sharingan. I never thought Konoha's people would come to our Land of Snow. Are you trying to start a war?!" Nadare Rōga said fiercely, though he was weak inside.

"Well, setting aside whether I'm from Konoha—let's say I am—I still don't think the Land of Snow will go to war with Konoha after you die," Minamoto Takuya said mockingly.

Nadare Rōga immediately fell silent. He understood that logic as well.

Small countries like theirs could only swallow their broken teeth when they were bullied. That was the tragedy of weak nations.

"Besides, didn't I say it already? Submit to me, and you won't have to die," Minamoto Takuya said.

As Nadare Rōga watched, Minamoto Takuya gradually reached the foot of the snow mountain. His eyes widened in fury as his hands formed seals.

"Hm? You still want to resist?" Minamoto Takuya watched Nadare Rōga's movements without stopping him. If he wanted to use the man, he needed to crush him completely, so he would not prevent him from using his abilities.

"You will pay for your arrogance!" Nadare Rōga roared after finishing his seals.

Hearing his roar, Minamoto Takuya wondered if he was arrogant.

In truth, he was not. No matter what ninjutsu his opponent used, he could instantly escape the scene through the Shadow Clones he had prepared in ambush.

He had never underestimated his opponent. He