"Come, come! No need to stand on ceremony, everyone! This meal is on me!" Nawaki held a cup of wine, grandly inviting all the Kirigakure higher-ups present as though he were hosting a banquet.
Although every Mist Ninja present had had their appetites stirred, not a single one actually reached out. They all understood Nawaki's malicious intent: he was reminding them that the Mist Ninja would eventually fail due to a lack of supplies. If even their higher-ups could not resist the temptation before them, would the shinobi under their command be lured into surrendering by Konoha's food? No matter what, they could not set that precedent! Besides, for the host to make his guests provide their own food for the hospitality—if word got out, it would be an utter disgrace.
"Enough!" The Kaguya Clan leader furiously slammed his right hand down on the table. With a boom, the entire table collapsed, and all the food upon it rolled to the floor.
"Commander Kaguya! What is the meaning of this? I kindly offered to entertain you. Fine, you needn't appreciate it—but why flip the table? This food is precious! What a waste!" Nawaki shook his head with a regretful expression.
"Hmph!" The Kaguya Clan leader looked at Nawaki's affected manner and snorted stubbornly. "Skywalker! If you came here to humiliate us, then you have achieved your purpose! If you wish to negotiate, stop putting on these meaningless theatrics and state your objective directly!"
In truth, if they had not needed negotiations to buy time, the Kaguya Clan leader would have dearly loved to turn hostile at once and throw Skywalker out. That man's behavior had been utterly detestable. He actually wanted to toy with them using nothing more than food—did he take them for ignorant peasants who had never seen