Kumogakure had always caused trouble for Iwagakure, and Iwagakure had always retaliated. The two villages were like fire and water, so their terrible relationship was perfectly normal.
What Little A had not expected was that Jingyi would rather banter and trade barbs with Kitsuchi than pay him any attention.
Why was the smell of gunpowder getting stronger and stronger?
Yagura watched the three with great interest.
Rasa was still the same as ever. He raised his head to glance at them, then closed his eyes again. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought he had fallen asleep.
After glancing at Little A, whose face had begun to redden with anger, Jingyi continued speaking to Kitsuchi:
"Not bad, I suppose. I didn't find him all that strong. All I can say is that your father had poor judgment to think so highly of Hanzō."
"As far as I know, your village's Hokage also acknowledged that demigod's strength."
Kitsuchi began digging a pit for Jingyi. "Yet you say the demigod was not that strong, and that my father's judgment was poor. Does that mean your village's Hokage also has poor judgment?"
Let's see how you answer that!
Kitsuchi stared at Jingyi.
But even in his wildest dreams, he had not expected Jingyi to nod in complete agreement.
"You got that right. Our village's Hokage really has terrible judgment."
"..."
Well, damn...
You weren't supposed to play it like that.
How was he supposed to respond?
In the meeting room next door, the Third Hokage's expression darkened. Ōnoki wanted to laugh, but when he remembered that Jingyi had just said his judgment was poor, he could no longer laugh.
Under normal circumstances, the Third Raikage would have laughed without restraint first.
But right now, the Third Hokage could not laugh, because his