The spectators enjoying the drama, the Raikage looking for trouble, and my badass self.
All three ingredients for showing off were now in place...
Fugaku stood on the steps outside the police station, coldly watching the Third Raikage below.
"I trust you know about the trouble your son caused in Konoha. I also hope you won't make unreasonable demands," Fugaku said flatly, his face expressionless.
At that moment, Fugaku radiated the aura of a man possessed by the spirit of showing off...
"That's no reason to detain my son!" the Third Raikage bellowed, veins bulging on his forehead.
"What your son did in Konoha isn't something you can resolve simply by showing up to take him away. You can negotiate with our Lord Hokage about that. Once the release papers or the money arrive, you can take your son."
"Your damned Hokage clocked out! Where am I supposed to find him now?!" The Third Raikage could not have been any angrier.
He wasn't all muscle. The Third Raikage had a brain, too. But he had come over in the middle of the night, only to find that the Hokage had fucking clocked out? Even the Hokage Building was closed. Where was he supposed to find that damned Hokage?
The Third Raikage was also shrewd. The commotion had gone on for so long, yet none of Konoha's powerhouses, famous throughout the shinobi world, had shown their faces. Even that terrifying Black-Faced Buckle Ghost hadn't appeared. The Third Raikage was testing the waters, too. If those Konoha powerhouses really were gone... well... that would leave him plenty of room to maneuver...
Otherwise, judging by the rumors circulating through the shinobi world and the Konoha powerhouses he had personally met, they would already have come out and started using his head as a