The next day, when an Iwagakure Ninja arrived in the Capital of the Land of Rain to deliver a report, Ōnoki was still sitting across from Hanzo the Salamander, staring daggers at him.
Hanzo the Salamander was a master of poison. His poison was a true large-scale weapon of mass destruction, and ganging up on him was useless. Numbers were actually a disadvantage against this demigod.
That was why Ōnoki had come alone to demand an explanation from Hanzo the Salamander, without bringing a single subordinate.
The two were sitting across from each other with a small tea table between them. They seemed calm on the surface, but inwardly, they were both cursing the other like mad.
They were both thinking: How can that old geezer across from me keep up this act for so long? How much longer is he going to hold out?
Their silent staring contest was finally broken when an Iwagakure Ninja used the Body Flicker Technique to appear in the courtyard outside.
Seeing that the one who had arrived was one of his own, Ōnoki raised his bushy eyebrows and flashed Hanzo the Salamander a smug smile.
In Ōnoki's mind, as long as Hanzo the Salamander didn't make a move, Iwagakure had a clear advantage over the Rain Ninja.
But the Iwagakure Ninja glanced at Hanzo the Salamander in the room, then hesitated, as if unsure what to say.
Ōnoki still had no idea what had happened outside. He stroked his beard confidently and deliberately spoke loudly in front of Hanzo the Salamander.
"Don't hold back. Whatever it is, say it here."
The mustache above Ōnoki's upper lip even curled up a little with his smugness.
But the next moment, the Iwagakure Ninja struggled to speak. One simple sentence left Ōnoki frozen on the spot.