Submission

Zhixiong, stunned senseless by the power of Shinra Tensei, let out an indescribable sigh.

"Immediately organize people to search for and rescue any surviving civilians. Also send people to investigate Konoha's situation. And contact the Emperor of Peach Country at once—the Land of Fire needs his help now!"

When the long-distance video call connected and Shiraishi Yoshijo appeared on the screen, Zhixiong's uneasy heart finally settled. Although he disliked this man deeply, simply seeing Shiraishi Yoshijo at a time like this made him feel reassured. This man had long stood at the pinnacle of the Shinobi World and had never failed.

After explaining the situation, Zhixiong looked at him with complicated eyes. "The Land of Fire is facing an unprecedented crisis. We're allied nations—you won't just stand by and watch us die, will you?"

Shiraishi Yoshijo's expression on the screen turned strange.

"Konoha was destroyed? Wonderful—ah, I mean, I'm deeply saddened by what the Land of Fire has suffered, and I strongly condemn Akatsuki and its criminal acts! But I've got some trouble on my end too. Peach Country is being hit by a tsunami. I'd like to help you, but I really can't get away!"

Just then, a woman's pained scream suddenly came from the screen.

Zhixiong's expression instantly became utterly spectacular.

"You bastard! Even if you're going to lie, at least try to hide it! Are you insulting my intelligence? And you're doing that while talking to me—do you seriously have no shame at all?!"

Peach Country.

In the luxurious living room, Shiraishi Yoshijo kept up his exercise while watching Zhixiong's furious expression on the screen, then smiled as if nothing had happened.

Shame? He had no need for something so hypocritical.

As for Zhixiong's request, he had no intention of agreeing to it.

His split body was