The other, more powerful ninjas exaggerated their gestures, bending at the waist to forty-five degrees one after another to show respect to the holder.
Only elite Jonin and Chunin could bow more deeply than half-step Kage-level ninjas.
"Since I was the one who showed up first, I didn't want to argue with you. I was even planning to treat you to a meal, then have you accompany this old man for a drink or something... but..."
"But what?" Mirai asked.
"But I heard that yesterday's attack was your doing. The moment I heard that news, I immediately abandoned the idea." The self-proclaimed old man chuckled as he spoke.
"So now you intend to keep me here?" Mirai chuckled as well. He extended one hand, and the Divine Wind Sword appeared directly in his grasp.
As usual, the Divine Wind Sword was sharp and unstained by blood. But Mirai did not know whether, after truly stabbing a Kage-level expert, it would still remain without even a trace of blood.
"Fine sword!"
The Kage-level powerhouse seemed to have noticed the Demon Sword in Mirai's hand and was immediately taken aback. Then he suddenly laughed again. "Oh, right. I just remembered that I don't seem to have told you my name."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Mirai said coldly. He suddenly felt that his expression and bearing were excellent right now—he should have looked quite charming, enough to attract plenty of fans.
If circumstances allowed, Mirai wanted to take out a mirror and see just how handsome he looked right now.
Thus, Mirai was naturally somewhat perfunctory toward this Kage-level expert. He looked mysterious enough that he could not even be bothered to listen to the other man's name.
"My name is Sarutobi Mitsuki. You may not have heard of