The tavern's atmosphere remained feverish. The ninja who had spoken was only in his twenties, part of the new generation.
The gap between the Third Shinobi World War and the Fourth Shinobi World War had not been long, but including the duration of the wars themselves, the span exceeded fifteen years. Therefore, while these younger ninjas respected the Sannin who had made their names in the Third Shinobi World War and acknowledged their strength, compared with Minato Namikaze of their own generation, they still leaned more toward the latter.
After all, to them, the Fourth Shinobi World War was the shinobi war they had fully participated in. Minato, who had risen to prominence during that war, was the hero closest to them.
Yet just as he voiced his support for Minato, a ninja at another table slammed his hand onto the table and rose to his feet, roaring, "Bullshit!"
He was a middle-aged ninja, already seven-tenths drunk. Pointing at the young ninja, he said, "Who the hell are you to judge Lord Orochimaru? Do you know how terrifying the war in the Land of Rain was back then? We had to face not only the Rain ninja, but also the Iwagakure and Sand ninja. If not for the Sannin, how would you be sitting here spouting bullshit today?"
In his fury, he tore off his upper garment, revealing bronze-colored skin covered in blade wounds. The scars were so numerous and dense that they made people shudder, while also bearing witness to the battles he had survived. One scar ran from the center of his chest down to his abdomen, exceptionally deep. Several ninjas nearby clicked their tongues in private, unable to imagine how he had survived such a wound.
"See this? This scar right here! Back then, I risked my