Overbearing

When the nest was overturned, how could any egg remain intact?

When an avalanche came, not a single snowflake was innocent.

Of course, Shiraishi Yoshijo was not trying to whitewash himself. He was already covered in black marks and did not care if a few more were added.

The reason he had killed the Daimyo of the Land of Earth and its high officials and nobles was merely because of the precedent set by the Land of Fire.

Back then, he had not chosen to carry out a wholesale massacre in the Land of Fire. The facts proved that this had been a very wrong decision.

The Land of Fire's nobles, stripped of their power, had stirred up the people everywhere in an attempt to reclaim it, forcing Shiraishi Yoshijo to waste a great deal of energy dealing with them.

If he had wiped them all out before the dust settled, there would not have been so many troubles afterward.

Once the dust had settled, however, he had to hold back when dealing with them. After all, he had already established the rules. What sense was there in breaking his own rules?

Shiraishi Yoshijo had regretted his past mercy more than once.

Now that it was the Land of Earth's turn, he had tricked Ōnoki into handing over information on its high officials and nobles in order to avoid repeating the same mistake, then launched a direct purge.

It might have been bloody, but if it meant fewer troubles in the future, it had to be done.

As he walked out of the palace, the smell of blood still hung in the air, while the vivid red blood on the ground was especially shocking.

Shiraishi Yoshijo walked through the pools of blood without a care, followed closely by dozens of