Bang!
A crisp crack rang out—not a gunshot, but the intimate collision of a kneecap with a wooden floor.
The Daimyō's official collapsed onto the floor like a pile of mud. He had failed to withstand that icy sensation of being stared down by death. His crotch rapidly grew wet, and a warm, foul stench spread through the silent office. His eyes were fixed on Naruto, his pupils violently contracted, filled with nothing but endless terror.
Tsunade, Koharu, and Mitokado Homura were stunned by this sudden turn of events. They had all seen grand spectacles before, but something like this was still rare.
The office was deathly silent. Even the two experienced elders had no idea how to deal with such a situation.
Naruto ignored the official's miserable state and did not even spare him another glance. He calmly withdrew the Bolter, its muzzle pointed downward, as though it were nothing more than an ordinary writing utensil. He slipped the gun back inside his coat, his movements clean and decisive, as if nothing had happened.
He turned and walked toward the window, his gaze passing through the glass toward the distance.
"I merely wanted to test whether the Daimyō's Palace officials had more backbone than the twelve-year-old recruits at my academy." His voice was soft and flat, as though he were stating an irrelevant fact. "It seems the result is disappointing."
He turned back, his gaze finally falling on the official sprawled on the floor, before casually adding, "Go back and tell the Daimyō to think carefully. Does his authority come from that ridiculous surname of his, or from Konoha's tolerance? And ask him one more thing..."
Naruto stepped forward, his figure completely enveloping the official in shadow. His voice became even lower. "Can his head withstand a Tailed Beast