"Cough... cough... cough..."
Xingzhuo quickly set down his chopsticks and gently patted Yuto on the back before asking with concern:
"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly start coughing so badly?"
Yuto wiped his mouth and said with a strange expression, "It's Mu from Iwagakure. The one who pinned Lingyin and me down. He's here."
Xingzhuo looked eager to try his hand against him. "Oh? Who's with him?"
Yuto held his Mind's Eye of the Kagura sign, certain of it. "He's with his student, that little runt who doesn't even come up to my chin. What was his name, Ōnoki?"
"Right, it's Ōnoki."
Soon, everyone finished eating and headed back to the village gates to await the visitors from Iwagakure.
Unexpectedly, the bandaged man, Mu, acted extremely deferentially in front of Senju Tobirama, without the slightest airs of the Second Tsuchikage.
Even the little Ōnoki beside him only gave Xingzhuo a look of bitter endurance, not daring to overstep in the slightest.
Watching the pair being escorted into the lounge, Xingzhuo made no attempt to hide his comment. "Tch, what a shame."
"What's a shame?" Yuto chimed in.
Xingzhuo shrugged. "We don't get a scene where enemies meet with blazing hatred. I'm not used to that."
Yuto nodded in vague understanding, missing the hateful glare in Ōnoki's eyes as he whipped around.
But everyone who needed to see it had seen it.
After all, the shinobi present were no ordinary bunch.
Ōnoki's instinctive reaction gave the Konoha Jonin Class members a fresh round of gossip to enjoy.
Just how many people from other villages had that Hyuga boy gotten on the wrong side of?
And wasn't Ōnoki the grandson of the late First Tsuchikage? Why had Hyuga Hoshishaku said they were enemies meeting face-to-face? Could it be...?
The Jonin who'd been