"Commissar-sama?"
The Minister of Commerce's wild joy froze. The two words felt like an ice pick driving fiercely into the top of his skull, instantly freezing all the blood in his body. He could not understand how this notoriously murderous Kirigakure Demon who only cared about money and nothing else could use such a respectful tone to refer to that Konoha lackey.
"You... what did you say?" The Minister of Commerce's voice was dry and trembling, almost making him think he had misheard.
Zabuza could not even be bothered to look at him again. He only used his bandage-wrapped hand to gently stroke the cold blade of the Kubikiribōchō, his tone filled with heartfelt disdain: "I said, taking money from you bunch of idiots feels like insulting my own IQ."
His sharp eyes swept across the room full of nobles, looking as if he were gazing at a group of pigs waiting for slaughter.
"Do you really think just me alone could oppose Commissar-sama? Ha, even I wouldn't dare to dream of such a thing."
"No! Impossible!" The Minister of Commerce completely broke down, his body trembling violently as he shrieked incoherently, "Money! I'll give you more money! Ten times! No! A hundred times! As long as you kill them, the entire treasury of the Land of Hot Water is yours!"
Zabuza kicked him away in disgust.
"Money?" He let out a sneer, his laughter filled with pity, "You people aren't even richer than Commissar-sama."
He paused, slowly pulling the huge Kubikiribōchō from his back and resting it on his shoulder.
"You won't understand."
The moment his voice fell, Zabuza moved.
He completely ignored Kana and the others at the door, instead turning abruptly. The massive Kubikiribōchō drew a fatal arc in his hands, carrying a whistling sound that tore