"Araki!"
Rasa's pupils abruptly contracted as he stared hard at Araki after he removed his hood, as if trying to tell whether this was the effect of a genjutsu.
After all, no matter how he thought about it, he could not understand how people from Kirigakure had gotten involved in this matter.
But the force Araki had unleashed with that single sweep of his sword just now had not been fake, either. Someone with that kind of strength should not have been an impostor. So after a moment of silence, he spoke again. "This is a matter of our Sunagakure. Are you people of Kirigakure... sure you want to stick your hand in?"
Rasa's tone carried a veiled threat.
By ordinary logic, no matter how strong Araki was, as long as he was not the Mizukage, his status would always be one level lower than Rasa's. Rasa could casually use the Land of Wind and Sunagakure as threats, but Araki definitely could not use Kirigakure and the Land of Water to clash head-on with him.
He did not have that authority.
So, in Rasa's view, once he raised the issue to the level of nations, Araki no longer had the qualifications to negotiate with him. If he did not want to be settled with by the Mizukage after going back, then slinking away in disgrace was the only correct choice.
After all, no matter how strong one was, one still had to obey the village's arrangements. Back then, the once-rampant White Fang of the Leaf had still died quietly inside his own village, hadn't he?
Looking at Rasa's fierce-on-the-outside, weak-on-the-inside manner, Araki felt not the slightest ripple in his heart. He even felt a little like laughing.
He naturally understood what the other party was thinking. This was also a