"You!"
Darui clutched the fingers that Samehada's recoil had left throbbing, his face full of indignation.
As someone naturally lazy by nature, he had been forced by the Third Raikage to train bitterly with the AB Brothers for nearly an entire month!
Heaven knew how he had endured that month!
This challenge against Araki had been proposed by Darui himself.
Over the past twenty-some days, every time he was ground against the AB Brothers' muscles, he added another mark against Araki in his heart.
If Darui's inner thoughts could have been opened up now, they would surely have been filled with one tally mark after another.
There was no helping it. Who told the Third Raikage to use Araki to spur him on every day?
Whenever Darui was tired, sleepy, or wanted to take a break, the Third Raikage's words would ring in his ears right on cue.
"Look at Araki..."
"Look at Araki..."
"Look at Araki..."
To be fair, Darui was practically developing PTSD from that name.
What did it mean to be someone else's kid?
Back when he was at the Ninja Academy, Darui had been someone else's kid, constantly held up by teachers as an example to lecture the other students.
He had never thought there was anything wrong with that.
After all, in his eyes, he had hardly put in any effort yet had casually attained his current strength. The reason those people were so weak had to be because they did not work hard enough. Pushing them a little was good for them.
But!
Only when the roles had reversed and he himself became the one being pushed had he truly understood just how hateful someone else's kid could be!
To overcome this psychological shadow, and for the sliver of hope in his heart, Darui