Jingyi, seated atop the puppet's back, glanced curiously at Ōnoki, who looked like a squat little turnip, and explained:
"Because Lord Hokage spends all year sitting in the Hokage Office without much exercise. Taking the opportunity to stretch his body on the way to the Five Kage Summit in the Land of Iron—is that strange?"
"On the contrary, doesn't the Tsuchikage like flying around in the sky? Why can't you do that now? With such a small body, walking must be exhausting."
Ōnoki did not care much about the first half of the explanation.
If you have a problem, just say it. What the hell was this nonsense about exercising?
He had already been considering how to provoke the Third Hokage later. But when Jingyi finished speaking, Ōnoki no longer had the mind to care about the Third Hokage.
Because he hated it when others called him short.
Height had always been Ōnoki's sore spot. When he was young, he had merely looked a little short. But as he aged and his body deteriorated, he gradually became even shorter, making Ōnoki look smaller than ever.
Yet under normal circumstances, no one dared bring up this physical flaw. In the Shinobi World, probably only Ōnoki's sworn enemy, the Third Raikage, dared mock him to his face as a stubborn little old man.
Calling him stubborn, short, and old.
No one else truly dared say such things casually.
Yet Jingyi had used it to mock him in public. How could Ōnoki possibly remain calm?
"Brat, you have successfully enraged me." Ōnoki's gaze at Jingyi was already filled with fury.
The Iwagakure ninja following Ōnoki all glared furiously at Jingyi, their eyes seeming to say they wanted to tear him apart alive.
The Third Hokage, who had been speaking with Ōnoki, twitched at