"Yes, yes, yes! Big bro, you're right!" Killer B replied perfunctorily as he carefully put away his notebook, his expression full of indifference. Then, his face softening, he said to Nawaki, "Then, Skywalker, I'll come to you for advice whenever I have questions! I've always wanted to hold a successful concert!"
"No problem! We can keep in touch by letter!" Nawaki agreed readily. As long as Killer B did not actually hold a concert, he could bluff his way through the theory.
"Killer B! Don't forget who you are!" A reminded him angrily. He always felt that Skywalker had ulterior motives.
"I know, Big Bro! We're just exchanging ideas about music!" Killer B said nonchalantly. "Besides, aren't we about to form an alliance with Konoha? Don't be so tense. Do you really not trust me?"
"You... sigh! Just be more careful!" A shook his head helplessly. He knew his little brother's temperament—once he set his mind on something, not even nine oxen could pull him back. The entire Shinobi World knew how brilliant Skywalker was. He was afraid that his straightforward little brother would be sold off and still help count the money. But some things could not be said to his face. He would just have to keep a closer eye on him in the future.
Nawaki watched the two argue without changing his expression, though inwardly he was secretly pleased. He had steered the conversation toward rap not merely to show off. His main purpose had been to get closer to Killer B and pave the way for his future plans in Kumogakure.
After more than ten days of continuous hypnosis, Nawaki had already brainwashed all the talented members of the next generation of Cloud Ninja into becoming his people. Once they successfully rose to power, he could