After hearing these demands, Kazama Ryojin secretly sneered to himself. Kids were kids. No matter how powerful they were, they were still so naive.
If it were him, he would have made a much bigger ask and piled on countless demands.
Of course, there were no "ifs" in this world.
Just as his own wish was to stay alive, Xingzhuo's wish was to sow division.
If Kazama Ryojin and his people survived while harboring hatred for First Kazekage Retto, and tried to carry out their plan to assassinate the Daimyo of the Land of Wind,
then the Land of Wind would fall into a terrible internal conflict and split apart.
And its potential for war would naturally be weakened.
However, to make absolutely sure, Xingzhuo planned to personally plant a few seeds in their minds.
Once they were free of the Sealing Technique and had embraced freedom again, their brief confusion passed, and hatred for Kazekage Retto began to take root in Kazama Ryojin's heart, spreading like wildfire.
Why take things this far?
You became Kazekage, and I helped you get there. Just because my brother couldn't stand you groveling to the daimyo, you're going to wipe us all out?
He wasn't the only one thinking that.
Kurogarasu, another jonin, and their subordinates were all seething with resentment.
At that moment, Xingzhuo and the other two began cooking at the abandoned Sand shinobi camp.
As they prepared the ingredients, Xingzhuo suddenly glanced at the Sand shinobi, who sat huddled together with their heads hanging.
Though the Sealing Technique had been undone, they still seemed downcast. And with the Kazekage's orders and Xingzhuo's group intimidating them, they didn't dare leave the camp.
So they sat together in silence, heads bowed.
Xingzhuo got up and walked over to them, offering some comfort.