The people of Kumogakure were not spared either; they walked right into the same iron wall.
They picked the feudal lords as their opponents, resulting in the lords hiring proxies from Akatsuki Village, turning the challenge straight into a beating.
Omoi's face was swollen like a steamed bun, and with a lollipop dangling from his mouth, he complained incoherently.
Why do I have to fight your mess?
Konoha is too despicable. I am a Chunin, and they sent an Elite Jonin to beat me. Damn it, this is completely unreasonable!
Karui, the dark-skinned, bright-eyed red-haired kunoichi nearby, started shouting as well.
That is right, Konoha is blatantly bullying people!
Samui, with her blonde hair, was quite quiet, her expression faint, as if she were not the one who had just gone looking for trouble with the nobles.
She crossed her arms and rested her chin on her fingers, pondering.
Is it because their prices are high over there? It seems Kumogakure needs to learn this trick from Konoha—no, we should learn from Akatsuki Village.
Samui had always been someone who could steady the situation. The Raikage trusted her, and important missions were often handed over to her.
She spoke little, opening her mouth only when necessary, yet her mind spun clearer than anyone else's.
Of course, deliberately picking a fight this time was not out of idleness; she wanted to test the bottom line of these nobles.
The result of her probing opened her eyes wide—the backing of that crowd, who looked down on everyone else with their noses in the air, turned out to be the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju.
Dragging out the corpse of one's own ancestor to use as security was a maneuver she was witnessing for the very first time.
She even wondered if Konoha renaming