When facing White Fang, the other ninjas in the village might only dare to gossip behind his back, but these people from Root had no concern for his dignity, voicing all manner of cutting remarks without restraint.
"Heh, do you know how many losses your reckless selfishness caused us? You idiot—you actually had the nerve to come back. If I were you, I'd have found a place to kill myself long ago. What a disgrace. And you want to see Lord Danzo? Keep dreaming."
In a situation like this, Goshawk mocked him with all his might. The more he could tear White Fang down, the happier he was.
"I won't allow you to say that! I wasn't acting recklessly—I went to save my comrades!" White Fang growled. The anger in his heart swelled ever stronger as his hands clenched tightly, restraining himself from striking.
Goshawk sneered and suddenly flicked his hand. A flash of cold light appeared.
Clang...
The steel railing beside them was severed in a single slash. At the instant Goshawk drew his blade, White Fang had darted backward, narrowly avoiding being cut in two.
He glared furiously at Goshawk. "What are you trying to do?"
"Idiot!" Goshawk sneered. "You keep calling them comrades. Is that how you comfort yourself? They're your comrades, sure—but what about everyone else? What about the people of the village? What about the even greater number of undercover comrades who died because you failed your mission? Did you ever think about them? You only care about what's in front of you. Someone like you is actually one of Konoha's elites? What a disgrace. When you decided on your own to rescue your comrades, did you ever ask for their opinions? Huh? Did you ever listen to whether they wanted you to save them