The same thing, when viewed from different angles, often earned completely different evaluations from different people.
For example, right now, what Sasori of the Red Sands called "just casually testing his hand" brought Konoha and Sunagakure ninja, who were also inside the ancient city of Rōran, an extreme terror they could hardly withstand.
It could even be called—a mechanical disaster.
Turn the clock back just a little.
Under Sasori's pressure, Shaliu and the other two had no choice but to leap from the Queen's Tower to escape.
If this had happened to ordinary people, it would have been no different from suicide, but they were all ninja, agile and nimble. So although they suffered a few minor injuries, none of them mattered, and at the very least, their combat strength was unaffected.
But while their bodies were unharmed, the damage to their minds was rather severe.
"What do we do, Lord Shaliu? Sasori of the Red Sands is actually here too. We..."
The fear and hesitation in Sharan's voice were plain to hear.
"Shaqing, what do you think?"
Shaliu did not look at this junior who had clearly been scared out of his wits, and instead asked his other teammate.
"Mm... Judging from the strength he just revealed, the three of us would have a very hard time defeating him."
The man called Shaqing wiped the wound on his neck with his face covering. "But there's no need to be that afraid."
"We can't beat him and we're still not supposed to be afraid? Are we supposed to go get ourselves killed?"
Sharan looked over in confusion.
"Kid, learn a thing or two."
Shaqing looked at the rash, impatient Sharan and smiled faintly. "Ninja aren't only about fighting and killing. They're also about worldly wisdom. Although we can't beat him,