Otto Takes Over

The Daimyo's face, already a mask of forced composure, turned utterly pale.

No matter how precocious or mature he was, he was still just a child.

Worse, he knew exactly how terrifying the man before him could be. His father, the previous Daimyo, had died in this man's plot.

Yes, he remembered what had happened back then. He knew exactly who had killed his entire family.

He had simply buried that secret in his heart all these years, never daring to speak of it.

"Even now, you're still putting on an act?"

Knowing his fate was sealed, the young Daimyo stood up and forced a fierce expression onto his face.

"When you plotted to kill my father and murdered my entire family, did you shed a couple of crocodile tears like you're doing now?!"

Faced with the Daimyo's furious accusation, Xuanye felt as though a harmless rabbit were baring its teeth at him. The boy thought he looked fierce, but he was almost adorable.

Xuanye shook his head regretfully.

"Honestly, I can't understand why you're so hostile toward me."

"I killed your father because circumstances forced my hand, but you've held a grudge ever since and insisted on making an enemy of me."

"How should I put this? You may have lost your father, but you still have me. I could guide you through life, couldn't I?"

Even Itachi couldn't help looking at Lord Hokage in front of him, surprise showing on his face.

For words to shock someone as cold as Itachi, they had to be outrageous.

How did you say something so cold with a body temperature of thirty-seven degrees?

Forget the Daimyo, who had heard it to his face. Even Itachi felt that his Lord Hokage had reached heights of inhumanity no one else could hope to