Around dusk, a red-haired man in a purple ninja uniform and a chestplate stepped down. He had a thick beard, a weathered face, and resolute eyes tinged with stubborn persistence.
"Who are you?"
Roshi glanced at the shattered wall of the stone house, and his expression darkened slightly.
"Haha, it's a midget."
Kisame Hoshigaki lowered his head with a cold laugh, looking down at Roshi.
Roshi was under one and a half meters tall, while Kisame Hoshigaki stood nearly two meters. Standing together, the difference between them was enormous.
"Take that back, or don't blame me for getting rough."
Roshi snorted coldly.
Once, he had always taken pride in his height. Though he was under one and a half meters and couldn't compare to others, that old bastard Ōnoki, the Third Tsuchikage, was a whole head shorter than him. Every time Roshi stood beside Ōnoki, he felt immensely proud. But after leaving Iwagakure to wander the Ninja World, he had been looked at with prejudice and looked down on by countless people because of his height.
Though he had long grown used to it, these two had clearly come with hostile intentions. Why should he be polite to them?
"Hah? You're going to get rough with us? If you can do it, then go ahead and try. I've been looking forward to this for a long time!"
Kisame Hoshigaki grinned, his tongue sliding over his fangs as a ferocious, savage aura came crashing down.
Kisame Hoshigaki was known as a humanoid Tailed Beast. The Chakra within him might not have matched that of a Tailed Beast, but it was certainly not far off. As he released his aura, he pressed down on Roshi without restraint.
Roshi's expression gradually turned grave.
This opponent's aura was powerful!
Then he noticed the Ninja