"You want the antidote?" Kamiya Bian Que asked.
"Of course!" Hope flared in the chunin's eyes. If one could live, who would willingly choose death?
Though he knew his thoughts were naive. He had been captured by ninja and poisoned—how could he possibly survive?
But that was how wishful thinking worked.
"Then I'll ask you some questions. If you answer honestly..." Kamiya Bian Que did not finish the rest, leaving the chunin to fill in the blanks himself.
After all, he was not good at lying, nor did he like it.
The chunin naturally understood what he meant, but his expression immediately became conflicted.
Poisoning meant death.
But leaking the village's secrets also meant death!
"A chunin's status in the village isn't low, yet you were sent out to carry out a mission in these desolate mountains. Your standing in the village must not be very high, right?" Kamiya Bian Que asked.
The chunin fell silent. It was more than just not high—it was practically nonexistent!
"I see the three genin you brought are all dull-witted as well. None of them are geniuses. So not only is your status low, no one values you either. Even your superiors don't think highly of you?" Kamiya Bian Que asked again.
The chunin remained silent.
"You probably never had a good teacher either. Is there even any chance for you to improve in the future? Can you become a Jonin?" Kamiya Bian Que asked again.
The chunin sank into thought.
"After you die, considering how little you're valued, will you be regarded as a hero? Will your parents and children be treated as a hero's family and receive generous compensation?" Kamiya Bian Que continued.
"Stop it, stop talking!" The chunin's face finally crumpled. He was not married yet, but he had parents.
But