Kawaki Aoba's gaze fell on the bone-deep wound on Baki's body. Blood still seeped steadily from it, staining the ground around him red, yet Baki's eyes remained fierce, showing no hint of submission.
He crouched down, his voice calm yet carrying unquestionable pressure. "
"Baki, Sunagakure sent you to Konoha—what exactly is your purpose? Are you trying to provoke a war between our two countries?"
Hearing Kawaki Aoba's words, Baki laboriously turned his head to look at the young ninja dressed in Konoha attire. A mocking smile curled across his lips. "
"Hmph, some brat thinks he can question me? The grievances between Konoha and Sunagakure are none of your business, kid."
"A brat?"
Kawaki Aoba's gaze turned cold as a thread of chakra gathered at his fingertips. "
"I think your injuries are so severe that your mind has gone muddled.
You're trapped by us now. If you refuse to tell the truth, I have plenty of ways to make you talk."
Akimichi Choza rumbled in agreement from the side. "Aoba's right! This guy refuses a toast only to drink a forfeit. We should just torture the information out of him and stop wasting time."
Nara Shikaku waved a hand, stopping Akimichi Choza. "
"Don't rush, Choza.
Baki is an important Jonin of Sunagakure. He must know quite a bit. If we push him too hard, he might lash out in desperation. If he has some method of self-destruction or destroying the intelligence, that'll be troublesome."
At Nara Shikaku's words, a flicker of smugness flashed through Baki's eyes. "
"At least this old man has some sense.
You want to pry information out of me? Dream on! Even if I die, I won't give Konoha anything useful."
Kawaki Aoba rose to his feet and slowly clenched his fists as