"Have a taste of Samehada's muscle!" Nakamura Hiroshi raised Samehada and slashed at Mirai. Mirai also thrust out his longsword, trying to stop the attack, but he soon realized he had been wrong. Nakamura Hiroshi truly was an experienced hand. Though he could not match Mirai, that slash left Mirai almost unable to hold his sword.
"Damn it, now I only have one hand!" Mirai silently endured the pain in his arm. Facing another opponent, he felt that he had to leave—and the other side had to leave as well.
"You've got a little strength! The Sand Village is really weak! Defeating brats like you in reverse is only worth one dollar!" Seeing how easily he had beaten Mirai, Hamura Koji concluded that his opponent was weak, merely around the level of an ordinary genin. What was there to laugh about? What?
In the end, when he said one dollar, he was naturally referring to the bounty. He was utterly confident in his attack on Mirai!
Mirai saw through the other party's intentions, yet he was still discouraged by the fact that he was worth only one dollar. Fuck me. This was the world of Hokage—what could one dollar even do? Of course, one dollar was equivalent to a hundred dollars, but it still could barely buy anything in this world!
"What can this Mirai tell me that's worth one dollar?" Mirai snorted coldly, gripped his sword, and rushed toward the village's good child.
Nishimura Koji wore a cruel smile. He was just a kid, still young and impatient. He had merely thrown out a few sarcastic remarks. That was all. He would take his head! Faced with Mirai's sword, he had no intention of dodging. He directly raised Samehada as a shield, clearly looking down on Mirai!
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