"You thought tearing open a gap together meant you could do whatever you pleased in my Land of Whirlpools?"
The Clan Head stepped down from the throne dais, each stride steady and forceful.
"The era when Hashirama Senju dominated the Ninja World has long passed, and Madara Uchiha has become a legend.
"In this world, who else can truly suppress the descendants of the Sage of Six Paths' maternal clan?"
His words brimmed with absolute confidence, an arrogance born of bloodline, history, and a thousand-year legacy.
He firmly believed that the Uzumaki Clan's system of power was unique, and that the profound depths of Sealing Jutsu were beyond the comprehension of ninja villages that relied on Kekkei Genkai or brute Taijutsu strength to flaunt their might.
Even if two "Kage" had come in person, they were merely slightly larger nuisances in his eyes.
"Since our guests have extended such an 'enthusiastic' invitation, how could a host possibly avoid meeting them?"
The Clan Head walked to the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping over the clan elders who had rushed over upon hearing the news and the Elite Jonin who had long since assembled and stood ready.
Every one of them had deep, steady breaths and sharp glints in their eyes. They wore all manner of sealing implements and represented the true foundation of the Land of Whirlpools.
"Send the order."
The Clan Head's voice suddenly turned sharp, like a sword leaving its sheath.
"All elders and Elite Jonin of every combat division are to accompany me to 'welcome' them!
"Let these 'distinguished guests' who have come from afar witness what an army of kings truly is!
"And let the Ninja World know once again what thunderous wrath awaits anyone who offends the name Uzumaki!"
"Yes, Clan Head!"
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