Lin Qing rolled up his sleeves, leaving Minato and the others stunned.
Huh?
They were starting already?
Shouldn't they gather some intelligence first?
Lin Qing glanced at Minato and said, "Probing, analysis, targeted countermeasures... that's a ninja's fighting style."
Sara asked blankly, "What's your style?"
Lin Qing lightly brushed his right hand over the wall. Wherever his fingertips passed, a rift appeared.
A massive, straight blade leaped out from the rift.
Lin Qing caught the Blade of Ruin with one hand. "This is my style."
He stared at the core in the armor's chest and had just taken a step forward when a gentle voice came from beside him. "Please wait, Mr. Lin Qing."
A beautiful, dignified woman in her thirties, dressed in lavish garments, stepped out of the darkness.
"Mom?!"
Sara cried out.
Lin Qing watched the Queen of Roran approach gracefully. "You know my name... It seems Itachi told you quite a lot."
"Yes. Mr. Crow and I are husband and wife. He promised me that he would never hide anything from me."
Lin Qing pointed at the giant armor. "Including the fact that this thing was made by draining the life force of the people of the Country of Roran?"
"Yes."
As soon as she said that, Princess Sara's face turned deathly pale. Even Minato and the other two gradually turned cold.
Before the Fourth Hokage's death, before the Third Hokage retired and was brought back, and before Danzo secretly took control of power, Konoha's ninjas were, to varying degrees, somewhat romantic in nature.
With a powerful village to rely on, Konoha's ninjas had more energy than those of Kirigakure and Sunagakure to preserve the warmth in their hearts.
To Minato's group, the Country of Roran was merely a mission.
But using the lives of a nation's