"Cough, cough."
Shiro leaned closer to Old Ghost and said quietly, "The black-haired one is Tsunade's younger brother and also Lord Jiraiya's disciple. The blond one is Lord Jingyi's disciple. Both brats want to go to the battlefield, so Lord Jingyi sent them here to experience the brutality of war."
"Do they need special care?"
Old Ghost was a man of few words. He took out a cigarette and lit it.
Hiss~~~
When the mask was removed from his face, Nawaki and Little Blondie both sucked in a sharp breath.
Good lord, was that face completely ruined?
Old Ghost gave them an expressionless glance, and the scars covering his face twitched.
"Of course they need care. This is Lord Jingyi's order. I'm handing them over to you, so deal with them as you see fit."
Shiro slipped away as soon as he finished speaking. He did not like being around Old Ghost; there was something deeply unsettling about the man.
After taking two hard drags from his cigarette and tossing the unfinished stub onto the ground, Old Ghost put his mask back on and threw over two ill-fitting raincoats.
Nawaki and Little Blondie had no idea why, but they obediently put them on anyway.
Then Old Ghost led them to a room with no windows.
"Open the bag."
Was there something inside the bag?
Nawaki subconsciously pulled open the zipper. The next second, his entire body froze.
A pale face, with a deep wound across it, appeared before him. Nawaki shuddered violently, then sprang far away as if his feet had been fitted with springs, pointing at the corpse inside the bag.
"Th-this-this..."
Little Blondie also widened his eyes and stared blankly at the body in the corpse bag.
"They are all heroes of the village. If they're lucky, their