There were only three tables in the reception hall. Hanzo sat alone at the head of the table, while Rasa and Konan came in together and sat on the left. The brothers sat on the right.
The tables were wide enough that Rasa and Konan had been a full meter apart. But now, Hanzo's poison had erased all the distance between them.
Yahiko and Nagato sat across from them, their minds foggy and their bodies numb, as if they'd fallen into a hazy dream. They slumped over the table.
Their eyes held a jumble of emotions—confusion, disbelief, regret, and guilt—as they looked at Hanzo standing in the middle of the hall, then at Rasa and Konan across from them.
"Why? Why would you do this, Lord Hanzo...?"
Yahiko's worldview crumbled. He murmured in a daze. Hanzo had once spared the three of them, earning a reputation for benevolence throughout the Shinobi World. Why would he betray them now?
I don't know why this happened. Love—cross that out—peace isn't what I imagined.
With Yahiko and Nagato watching, Rasa couldn't go too far. Picking up girls could wait; business came first.
"Summoning all his strength" and "struggling," he pushed Konan away, settling her against the table in a more attractive and comfortable position.
A true gentleman!
Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan's favorability +1 +1...
"If you want to blame someone, blame the Shinobi World. You were too outstanding, and you were shinobi from the Land of Rain."
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Hanzo turned leisurely, one hand behind his back, and looked down at Yahiko and Nagato sprawled over the table. The younger generation really lacked experience. They were too naive to understand how cruel people could be.
He said coldly, "Your Akatsuki has grown too quickly, just as I did