Arrogant!
Arrogant beyond belief!
Everyone stared at the young man standing in the center, openly challenging the four great shinobi villages, his edge on full display. For a moment, they were almost too stunned to speak.
His face still looked youthful, his features retaining the delicate freshness peculiar to a boy his age, yet the way he stood in the middle of the hall carried the bearing of someone who looked down upon the world.
It was as though he was destined to become a future overlord of the Shinobi World, as though the elites of the four great shinobi villages were nothing but worthless weaklings in his eyes.
Kazahana Dōtō, the representative of Snow Country, felt his heart surge with excitement. He stared fixedly at Shinichi, his eyes filled with shock and longing, thinking that this was how a true man should be.
Naturally, the representatives of the four great shinobi villages could not tolerate being directly challenged-and even threatened-by Higashino Shinichi.
Especially the already hot-tempered Yotsuki A. He instinctively moved to slam the table and rise, only to discover, embarrassingly, that some samurai had already overturned the round table. There was no table left to slam.
As he stiffly withdrew his hand, Yotsuki A's anger only intensified. Countless sparks and arcs of lightning flashed around him, and he looked ready to charge forward at any moment.
But just then, Mifune, acting as mediator, immediately stepped forward and placed himself between them. "Lord Yotsuki A, please
"calm yourself."
He glanced at Yotsuki A, then turned toward Higashino Shinichi and said gravely, "Lord Higashino, as Konoha initiated this conference, the Land of Iron believes you have come in good faith. But words like those may not be conducive to these proceedings."
Shinichi nodded slightly and offered Mifune a simple bow.