"Tyrant, have you come to support our Land of Rain?" Hanzo asked with a stern, unsmiling face.
Uchiha Yuji didn't dislike the strange title "Tyrant," which the Iwa and Kumo shinobi had jointly bestowed upon him, but he wasn't particularly pleased by it either.
The title had probably come about because he'd danced freely across the battlefield, cowed them with his might, and then led them.
"Heh. Who gave you the confidence to say that?"
Uchiha Yuji smiled disdainfully. "Why would we support the Land of Rain, a mere speck of a country? Just because you're a small country wedged between great nations? Because your land is a battlefield for wars between great nations?"
"We're not like that fool Sarutobi Hiruzen, dressing ourselves up as messengers of justice and actually believing we're 'righteous.'"
"Whether the Land of Rain exists or not has nothing to do with me."
"If you didn't come to the Land of Rain to stop the war, then why did you come? Is there something more important than peace?" Yahiko asked loudly, visibly agitated.
"You're too young, too naive." Uchiha Yuji couldn't help sighing at Yahiko's immaturity.
"Tell me, boy, why should I care about peace in an enemy country?"
Yahiko was momentarily at a loss for words. When he recovered, he hurriedly said, "If there's peace and there are no more wars in the Shinobi World, then there won't be any more sorrow, and people will be able to..."
"I've never liked letting someone I consider an enemy live to see the next day," Uchiha Yuji interrupted him in a low voice. "They might not even live to see tonight's moon."
His blood-red eyes fixed on Yahiko, filled with such ferocious killing intent that their striking handsomeness was all but lost. Yahiko felt a chill run