Even now, the Grass Shadow felt as though he were trapped in a dream. Everything seemed so absurd.
The Grass Village had nearly become a footnote in Shinobi World history because of a single child.
After all, the man before them was a ruthless monster. Anyone with even a little information knew what Muzan had done in the Land of Waves, as well as the internal strife in the Land of Fire.
Frankly speaking, if what he had wanted to devour had not been the Land of Fire but the smaller countries around it, no nation could have withstood Muzan's invasion. That was the intimidation brought by overwhelming strength.
The Land of Waves and Blood Moon had become names that made people tremble.
"It's just that child. You can take her away directly. If you have any other requests, we can discuss them slowly."
What he feared most was that Muzan wanted the Land of Grass to get involved in the affairs of the Land of Fire.
Clearly, he was overthinking it.
If Muzan had known what he truly thought, he would only have sneered in disdain. What ability did the mere Land of Grass have to cooperate with him? They were all useless trash.
Forget Muzan—even an Elite Jōnin from the Anbu could have dealt the ninjas of the Land of Grass a devastating blow.
That was the tragedy of small ninja villages!
The Grass Village could only become a fence-sitter, currying favor from all sides.
Muzan paid no attention to their gazes and headed straight for the house at the very back. Compared to the buildings around it, this place was even more dilapidated.
Only Uzumaki Karin was there, hugging a straw mat all alone. It seemed her mother had already been drained to death by the Land