"Yo. What kind of meeting are you having? It's pretty lively."
"Who's there?!"
In an instant, everyone in the conference room shifted into combat readiness. Though they were obsessed with fighting for power, they also knew what mattered most in the Shinobi World, so they had never slackened in their training.
Even inside the village, they maintained a high level of vigilance. After all, when the struggle for power got this fierce, who knew which idiot might get a rush of blood to the head and draw a blade on the spot?
"I am the Sannin White-Haired Boy, unmatched beneath the heavens, east, south, west, or north." Halfway through, Jiraiya paused, clamped one hand around the Kirigakure Anbu who had suddenly appeared at his side, and then—
Bang!
He smashed the man's head viciously into the floor!
Only then did he slowly finish the last line.
"Toad Messenger. Is this how you treat guests? Lord Mizukage, and honored elders of Kirigakure."
Jiraiya tossed the Anbu in his hand aside, narrowed his eyes at everyone in the conference room, and spoke calmly.
"Hiss... Haa..." The Third Mizukage took a deep breath and forced down the fury in his heart. "The Sannin Jiraiya broke into another village without permission. Do you people really consider yourselves guests?"
"Can't be helped. This isn't my fault. If you want to blame someone, blame your people for being too useless. I got in without much effort at all. Heh, you're not even as good as Amegakure. I really don't know how you count as one of the Five Great Nations."
"You—"
"Silence!"
Faced with Jiraiya's mockery, one elder had just been about to retort when the Third Mizukage raised a hand and stopped him.
To be honest, Jiraiya's provocation enraged him too. He even wished he