"You mean... a white turtle took you to the Dragon Palace beneath the sea, where you trained under an old man for five years?"
On the road, Jiraiya looked Kamizuki up and down, his eyes full of suspicion. "Why does that sound so much like some fairy tale meant to fool children? It's way too unrealistic!"
Kamizuki glanced at him. "You got dragged off to Mount Myoboku by an old toad. What's unrealistic about my story?"
"That's different! The Great Toad Sage said I was—"
"Enough, Jiraiya."
Orochimaru pulled him away, grabbing the wound he had sustained in the fight against Hanzo. Jiraiya immediately let out a string of pained yelps.
After pondering for a moment, Orochimaru said in a low voice, "Why didn't you kill Hanzo? You may feel some so-called mutual respect for him now, but people can change."
"A powerful man like that will cause Konoha a great deal of trouble."
Kamizuki clasped his hands behind his head. He was now half a head taller than the 179-centimeter Orochimaru, so he could not help looking down at him from this close range.
"It'd be such a waste to swallow someone with potential in one bite."
"Besides, I'm not some homicidal maniac. Why do I have to kill him?"
"Heh, that doesn't sound like something a man who traveled thousands of miles to fight the Third Raikage to the death would say. Who has a greater killing streak than you?"
From Tsunade's perspective—the shortest of the group—Kamizuki's look was nothing but contempt.
It was as though he were mocking the three of them for being beaten into such a sorry state by Hanzo, while he himself could casually decide whether Hanzo lived or died.
Tch, he was only relying on elemental suppression. If I were immune to Hanzo's