The Daimyō Can Only Be Killed by Me

Rasa's furious roar struck the Council Chamber's vaulted ceiling, shaking loose snow from the outer corridor.

Chakra swept up splintered wood, sending teaware crashing across the room.

The ironwood round table had already split into several pieces, yet that two-finger-wide slip of paper still lay at its very center, with half a grain of Gold Dust weighing down one corner.

A stopped where he was.

Ōnoki's hand froze mid-stroke through his beard.

Yagura's hooked staff leaned against his chair. His gaze passed over the mess covering the floor and settled on the note.

All three of them stared at the note, their earlier smiles gone.

The letters they had read were full of official platitudes, dry and empty. Yet this one had a hidden layer.

For the usually composed Kazekage to lose control like this, the contents of that note were clearly no trivial matter.

Ōnoki spoke first.

"Kazekage, hand over the note."

The Gold Dust at Rasa's feet slid forward half an inch, covering one corner of the note.

"Get lost."

A bared a row of white teeth in a wide grin.

"I've never seen you this pissed before. What's written in there? Take it out and broaden our horizons."

"That is Sunagakure's business."

"You're standing at a Four Kage summit right now."

Yagura raised an eyebrow.

"Not in Sunagakure's private bedroom."

Rasa did not answer. His right hand hung at his side, its five fingers slowly curling into a fist.

The note lay just two steps in front of him.

A stood to the west, Ōnoki hovered in the air, and Yagura stood to the east. Their gazes met, and every exit had been sealed tight.

This was the ultimate unspoken understanding among Kage Level powerhouses when it came to gossip.

Snatch it!

Boom!

The floor beneath A