"Sigh—" Yizhe let out a long sigh.
He looked around, and only after confirming there was no one nearby did he lower his voice. "My dear master! How could you be this dense?"
"Could I have told the truth in that situation?"
"Would Mifune and the others have believed me?"
"So many of their samurai rioted because I casually made up Daidao. Would they have believed that?"
"Of course not!"
"I could only go along with what they wanted to hear and make up some ancient swordsmanship master!"
"Do you understand now?"
Being stared at by Yizhe made Tsunade's skin crawl. That barrage of questions had completely stunned her, and she could only nod instinctively.
"You understand? Then let's go!" Yizhe turned to continue walking.
"Hey—wait!"
Tsunade came to her senses and called out to Yizhe.
"What now?"
"I'm so sleepy! Can't we talk about this tomorrow?"
Yizhe grumbled after being stopped for no apparent reason.
"You just called me dense, didn't you?" Tsunade narrowed her eyes, stressing the word "dense."
Hearing that, he was utterly dumbfounded. So after rattling off all that, he had said it for nothing!
Tsunade's bizarre attention had focused entirely on that one word: "dense"!
Now he was really in trouble!
"Say something. Nothing to say, so you're admitting it by default?" Tsunade ground out through clenched teeth.
"No, no, you misheard me just now, ma'am!" Yizhe said firmly.
"Really?"
"Really. The wind tonight is too noisy, so you heard wrong!" He would never admit it, even if it killed him.
As he spoke, he quietly placed one hand behind his back and infused a thread of wind-nature chakra into the air, creating a faint breeze.
"Careful, the wind's coming!"
"Huh?" Tsunade really did feel a light breeze blow past her.
Maybe she really had