"Kid, I admire you very much. One day, you'll surely have a place in the Shinobi World!"
Hanzo looked at Qinglong and couldn't help praising him. He greatly admired juniors who posed no threat to him and didn't hesitate to praise them.
"You flatter me! But do you think I'll let him go just because you said that?"
Qinglong pointed at the umbrella held by the Jonin leading the group, still not moving it away.
"Hmm? I, Hanzo, the 'demigod' of the Shinobi World, have spoken. How dare you disobey me?"
"Let him go, and I guarantee that I'll let you leave the Land of Rain safely."
Hanzo waved his hand and spoke with imposing authority. He still admired this genius brat from Konoha and had no intention of killing him.
Qinglong put away the umbrella and turned toward Hanzo.
"You want me to let him go just because you said so? In other words, if I let him go, will your Amegakure guarantee that we can safely leave the Land of Rain?"
"Yes! I guarantee it. If you let him go, I'll guarantee that you can safely leave the Land of Rain."
"Oh! And that vehicle too. Sell it to us. Name your price!"
Hanzo spoke boldly, as if he had already determined that Qinglong would obediently release the ninja.
"Salamander Hanzo is still as arrogant as ever!"
Tsunade leaned against the window, deeply displeased, but she still hoped Qinglong would release that Amegakure Jonin. No matter how one looked at it, Salamander Hanzo was someone not to be provoked.
But my disciple, Tsunade's disciple, wasn't someone anyone could bully!
Tsunade appeared on the street with the Body Flicker Technique. When the beautiful kunoichi appeared in the middle of the street, all the ninjas' eyes lit up.
"Salamander Hanzo, you're bullying my disciple. Do you think I don't exist?"
"Oh! Isn't this Princess Tsunade, one of the Sannin?"
Hanzo grinned. He had been the one who bestowed the title of "Sannin" upon them. In the eyes of others, the lofty "Sannin" were merely titles he had casually granted to his defeated opponents.
"It's been a long time. I heard you took up gambling after the war. What brings you to the Land of Rain?"
"Hmph!" Tsunade snorted coldly.
"I come to the Land of Rain whenever I please!"
"The Land of Rain welcomes Princess Tsunade with open arms!"
Hanzo smiled as he spoke. He was always very tolerant toward ninjas who posed no threat to him.
The Jonin leaning against the wall couldn't help grumbling inwardly.
"I'm still injured, you bastards! Stop chatting and do something! Is anyone going to treat me?"
Hanzo glanced at his subordinate leaning against the wall, then steered the conversation back on track.
"Perhaps there's been some misunderstanding. Tell your disciple to release that Jonin."
"There's no misunderstanding. Your subordinate attacked my disciple, so he deserved what he got!"
Tsunade spoke coldly, refusing to yield.
"He's injured too, so let's call it even. As for that vehicle of yours, I'll buy it! Then I'll let you leave."
Hanzo spoke up, bringing the matter to an end. His tone was domineering, icy, and unquestionable!
"Not for sale!"
Qinglong refused outright.
"Brat! I'm speaking to your teacher. What gives you the right to interrupt?"
Hanzo flew into a rage, his aura surging. When important figures were speaking, how could a junior have the right to say anything?
Tsunade's aura erupted as well. A fierce wind whipped up her clothes, and she stood at the center of the swirling gale like a female God of War.
Their auras collided in the middle of the street, sending countless raindrops flying in every direction.
"If my disciple says something isn't for sale, then it isn't for sale!"
Tsunade spoke coldly.
"Hmm?"
Hanzo's brows drew together. After so many years, the Sannin who had once been beaten down by him now dared to challenge him?
Had the passage of time caused people to forget the renown of Hanzo, the "demigod"?
Hanzo's expression grew even colder. He had always been arrogant and stood at the pinnacle of the Shinobi World. How could he tolerate a former defeated opponent provoking him?
"Teacher Tsunade, please step aside. Let me handle this."
Qinglong stepped forward as he spoke. He had long wanted to find someone important enough to test his skills against.
"Good, brat! Aren't you afraid I'll beat you to death?"
Hanzo glared fiercely at Qinglong. Did this brat really think he was someone important? Even when his teacher had joined forces with Jiraiya and Orochimaru to become the "Sannin," all three of them had been beaten down by him. Qinglong hadn't even been born back then!
And this brat dared bare his fangs before the "demigod"? It seemed he really hadn't moved for too long. The world had forgotten the might of "demigod" Salamander Hanzo!
"Whoosh!"
An umbrella transformed into a streak of light and shot forward. Qinglong answered him with action. The umbrella became a sharp sword, piercing through the Jonin beside the wall.
"One who kills will be killed in turn!"
If Qinglong hadn't possessed sufficient strength, the Rain Shower Senbon would already have turned him into a porcupine sprawled on the ground.
He had no reason to show mercy to someone who wanted him dead!
"Good! Very good!"
Qinglong had moved too quickly, far beyond Hanzo's expectations, leaving him no time to stop him.
Hanzo flew into a rage and hurled his weapon, the Chain Scythe.
"How shameless! Using a weapon against a child!"
Tsunade cursed angrily from the side, already prepared to intervene.
Hanzo was arrogant by nature, but also cautious and suspicious. The moment he attacked, he went all out with the intent to kill.
Hanzo's guards had already envisioned the scene of that brat dying on the spot.
"Clang!"
The Chain Scythe was sent flying high into the air.
"What the—!"
The surrounding Amegakure ninjas stared in shock at the airborne scythe. This was the only time Hanzo's scythe had ever failed in all these years—and it had failed against a mere brat.
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