The Trees Are Dead, Yet These Parasites Are Thriving Beyond Measure

"Madara Uchiha would have to nod and greet Kanami politely if he saw him??"

Kurotsuchi stared at Ōnoki in disbelief.

"You're talking nonsense! Madara Uchiha was someone who could stand against Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi!"

Ōnoki shook his head in disappointment. "Sigh, it's all my fault. I protected you too well, leaving your perspective so narrow.

This is no longer their era. The new era will only be written by the one standing before you."

Kanami raised a brow. "Didn't expect a little old man like you to be so good with words."

Ōnoki nodded sheepishly. "You flatter me."

Back then, all he needed was a Dust Release. Anyone who refused to submit got a blast of Dust Release, and they usually submitted afterward.

There had been no need for him to speak in such a refined manner.

But things were different now. If he dared to feed Kanami a Dust Release, Kanami could feed Iwagakure a hundred Rasengans.

Having been the Earth Shadow for so many years, how could he not have learned a few refined phrases?

At the very least, when facing the daimyo, he had once needed to bow and scrape.

"Wake up, Kurotsuchi! Unless you want Iwagakure to be buried by your own hands!"

Ōnoki berated Kurotsuchi.

Kitsuchi said nothing from the side.

He had no idea what he could say.

Kurotsuchi's pupils trembled violently, her heart wavering.

She felt unwilling to surrender just like this, and she would also be condemned by the guilt of being unfilial.

But what could attacking accomplish?

Death would bring release, but what about everyone else? These villagers were innocent.

Am I really going to drag these people to their deaths with me?

That shouldn't be the case.

Kurotsuchi's face turned deathly pale. "I am willing to surrender.