He unexpectedly found an inexplicable similarity between their presences. Muzan was simply younger, and he had many powerful subordinates.
The risks were greater as well.
Seeing the looks in their eyes, Muzan suppressed his doubts and said,
"The Fūma Clan can join the Land of Waves, but you must accept my training. Do not expect to muddle through, because the ones training you will be the former Seven Ninja Swordsmen."
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Hidden Mist Village and the Land of Bloody Mist were names that symbolized cruelty and strength throughout the Shinobi World.
But thinking of the youths of this generation, could they really endure the Land of Bloody Mist's training?
"Lord Muzan, please allow us some time to consider it."
Before the clan head could speak, Kojirō beside him interrupted their conversation. The moment he finished speaking, however, he regretted it.
A chilling killing intent locked onto him. Muzan only needed an instant to kill him.
"Are you joking with me?"
Haku, standing behind Muzan, wore a helpless expression. The last time, they had asked him to help them join the Land of Waves. Since Muzan had personally come to the Fūma Territory, it showed just how much he valued this matter.
Yet they had the nerve to falter at the most crucial moment. Muzan had traveled all this way to the Fūma Territory, and all they could say was that they needed to think it over.
Did they really think Blood Moon was a charity hall, where anyone could come and go as they pleased?
Thorny vines appeared around him and suddenly tightened. Blood seeped out from beneath the thorns.
"Mr. Muzan, please spare him."
The clan head vaguely understood what Kojirō was thinking, but as one of the Fūma Clan's few Jōnin, he could