Uesugi Shinji calmly swept his gaze over all the Kirigakure shinobi present. Almost no one dared meet his eyes.
The shinobi couldn't understand it. They didn't know why a single look from Uesugi Shinji could put them under so much pressure.
A shinobi's presence came mainly from strength and reputation. Uesugi Shinji's reputation in the Shinobi World wasn't among the very best yet, but his personal strength had already reached the peak of an ordinary shinobi's abilities. He was even enough to make someone like Namikaze Minato retreat without a fight.
With great strength as his foundation, Uesugi Shinji naturally put even more pressure on those around him. That was why he could intimidate everyone present with nothing but a glance.
Judging by the expressions around him, Uesugi Shinji had already formed a rough idea of the situation.
Most of the shinobi here probably knew nothing about Suikazan Fuguki selling information, but three of them looked flustered.
Uesugi Shinji knew all three. They were jonin who usually spent a lot of time with Suikazan Fuguki. It seemed they'd had the bad luck to get dragged down with him.
Uesugi Shinji turned his gaze back to the culprit, Suikazan Fuguki. His expression was dark, and he stared back without flinching, as if trying to project a defiant attitude so he wouldn't seem weak in front of Uesugi Shinji.
But the cold sweat covering his forehead and his clenched fists betrayed how he really felt.
Suikazan Fuguki subtly steadied his breathing, forcing himself to calm down as he quickly assessed the situation.
I'm not only a veteran elite jonin of the village, I'm also one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen. Even if Uesugi Shinji suspects me of selling information, he wouldn't kill me in front of everyone.
*Once I'm back, the Mizukage