Guy and Kakuzu strode into the Fūma Clan's village.
The village buildings were rather old, carrying an air of decline.
The moment they entered, they were met with hostile stares.
Then, a figure wielding a specially shaped massive paper-cutting blade stepped forward and blocked their path.
"You again! Our village doesn't welcome you!"
The man spoke harshly, his wary gaze sweeping over Guy and Kakuzu.
Kakuzu lowered his voice and reminded Guy from beside him:
"My lord, this is Hatsukiri, ranked third among the Fūma Clan's three jonin."
Guy nodded slightly and took a step forward.
Seeing Guy approach, Hatsukiri frowned even more deeply.
"What? You brought help this time?"
Guy glanced at him and replied evenly:
"The Fūma Clan was once a glorious clan of the Land of Rice Fields. Is this how you treat guests?"
The man's expression shifted slightly, but he forced himself to raise his voice and became even more overbearing.
"How the Fūma Clan treats guests is none of your business! You're not welcome here. Leave at once!"
"Not welcome?"
Guy shook his head lightly.
"Sorry, that isn't for you to decide. Call out someone in your clan who can speak for it."
Hatsukiri snorted disdainfully. "Who do you think you are? You want to see our clan head?"
Seeing this, Kakuzu immediately stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Insolence! How dare you speak to our lord like that!"
Guy glanced at Kakuzu but did not stop him.
The Fūma Clan was somewhat stubborn. Though they had fallen into ruin, they still clung to that nearly vain so-called "pride," all that remained of their long-lost glory.
It would be good to let Kakuzu teach them a lesson.
Seeing that Guy did not stop him, Kakuzu realized this was his chance to prove himself and coldly said