Nagato's Excitement
When Ōnoki learned that the thirty thousand men could still be saved, he couldn't think about anything else. All he cared about was doing everything in his power to save their lives!
Otherwise, Iwagakure would be finished, and his Kamtizuri clan would be cursed for generations.
"You said you'd help me with my work. Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance, too."
Torifu waved his hand, and the Dark Ice gradually melted, revealing the figures trapped inside.
"Look. Not one of them is dead. Would you like me to kill one to prove it?"
"No, no! There's no need! Thank you, my lord, for sparing my life!"
Torifu smiled faintly. "Just remember: I can spare them today, and take their lives again in the future."
"But if you work for me diligently, I won't just refrain from killing anyone—I'll also give you a suitable reward."
Ōnoki paid no attention to the talk of rewards. He nodded repeatedly. "Understood! Understood! I'll do whatever you say, my lord!"
Torifu nodded. As expected of an old hand—he was much sharper than that young fellow Rasa, and it was more fun to scare him, too.
"Tell me, weren't the three countries plotting this together? What about the Land of Lightning? Why haven't I seen them?"
Ōnoki had no idea. "Perhaps the journey is longer, and they're still on their way. The Kazekage and I were closest to the Land of Rain, so we could come directly."
"Fine. I'll deal with them when they arrive."
"My lord, is there anything else you need me to do?"
Torifu glanced at Ōnoki. The man had gotten into the role quickly.
"You'll find out when I need you. I'm leaving. Get out of the Land of Rain as soon as possible."
With that, Torifu