"How did that thing end up in my hands? Don't you know?"
"Was it something I took? The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Hidden Mist came into the Land of Fire and ran wild, attacking supply units and ** civilians!"
"They killed more than fifty of our ninja and several thousand civilians!"
"If Might Duy and I hadn't stepped in and killed them, those people would still be causing trouble on our territory!"
"What, are you an elder of the Hidden Mist?"
"They shamelessly came here asking for them, and you actually dared to give them away?"
"You want me to hand them over? Were those spoils I seized while carrying out a mission?"
"They were trophies I personally claimed after taking time out to kill them!"
"I didn't ask the village for credit or rewards, yet you have the nerve to ask me for my things?"
"If you want them so badly, if you're so eager to curry favor with the Hidden Mist, then go seize some yourselves!"
"You want to use my things to play the good guy, and you dare threaten and lecture me?"
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
Did they really think everyone had to cater to them?
The atmosphere in the Hokage Office was as oppressive as storm clouds before a downpour.
Uchiha Yan coldly swept his gaze across everyone present, an indifferent smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
At this point, he had no intention of giving anyone face.
The Third Hokage? If Yan wanted to give him face, he would. If not, the old man would just have to swallow it.
If anyone was blind enough to jump out and keep yapping, Yan would not mind sending them on their way.
"You little—"
Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura's