Xingzhuo's words were dripping with sarcasm, but Hanzo remained unmoved.
In this chaotic age, what did pride matter?
Hanzo had realized that Xingzhuo was his natural counter. Now trapped inside the barrier, he clearly knew he couldn't win, so he was trying to talk his way into some hope.
"Sorry, I misunderstood you. I didn't know Kurobe Susumu and the others had attacked you first. I thought..."
Xingzhuo abruptly cut off Hanzo's rambling. "Enough. Shut up!"
"We both know that when Kurobe Susumu saw my Byakugan, he got greedy and decided to kill me and take it. That's why he attacked. Heh, if you were in his shoes, you'd probably have made the same choice, wouldn't you?"
Hanzo showed no emotion at Xingzhuo's stern rebuke. He simply raised his head with an expressionless face and retorted in a strange tone:
"What's wrong with taking a powerful bloodline?"
"Our shinobi from the smaller nations are weak, which is why we're small nations in the first place. If the chance to grow stronger were right in front of you, would you give it up?"
As he spoke, he removed his gas mask and tossed it aside. Waves of poisonous purple gas seeped from his body.
"Yes, the moment I saw your Byakugan, I understood that Kurobe Susumu had brought this on himself. He wasn't some shinobi from a great nation, casually trampling and killing the weak."
"But so what? Throughout the history of the Ninja World, haven't we always been killing one another? I don't care what Kurobe Susumu did. He was a shinobi of Amegakure, and since you killed him, it's my duty to avenge him."
After saying this, he suddenly slapped his palm against the ground.
Ninja Art: Summoning Technique!
Ibuse, still covered in blood, was summoned once more. As