"Hmph! You audacious rogue ninja, how dare you attack the Daimyo!" With Sarutobi Toru no longer interfering, Kazahana Dōtō finally finished putting on his Chakra Armor and immediately shouted at Sarutobi Toru with imposing fury.
Sarutobi Toru looked utterly unconcerned. Attacking a Daimyo might have put some psychological pressure on ordinary Hokage World ninja. But to Sarutobi Toru, what the hell was a Daimyo?
He did not even take the Daimyo of the Five Great Nations seriously, much less some insignificant Daimyo who had crawled out of some backwater corner of the Land of Snow.
With a casual flick, several more Air Bullets shot out. Kazahana Dōtō's pupils contracted, and he tilted his head slightly. With a sharp smack, several bloody marks appeared across his face.
"Hm? Not bad!" A faint look of surprise flashed across Sarutobi Toru's face. He had not put his full strength into the Air Bullets he flicked out, since he was afraid of killing the man. Still, he was somewhat surprised that Kazahana Dōtō had managed to dodge them.
For some reason, Sarutobi Toru suddenly recalled one of Madara's famous lines. "Among all the Daimyo I have seen, I would call you the strongest!"
Of course, among that pathetic lot known as Daimyo, even the strongest was merely a slightly stronger weakling.
"Wait, wait a second." Seeing Sarutobi Toru about to attack again, Kazahana Dōtō was terrified out of his wits.
He had been quite confident in his Chakra Armor. After all, it could block the vast majority of ninjutsu and genjutsu, and he himself was no weakling. Once he donned this Chakra Armor, even ordinary Elite Jonin were no match for him.
In a remote backwater like the Land of Snow, Elite Jonin were already rarities seen only once in a century. Kazahana Dōtō