The guards passed the report up through one level after another, until Hanzō's personal attendant finally entered his office.
Normally, why would someone who looked like a tourist warrant reports through so many layers of guards, all the way up to the leader of Amegakure? Simply because he was from Konoha. Their leader had said that whenever anyone from Konoha arrived, he had to be informed.
Hanzō had spent half his life weathering the turmoil of battle. After all the beasts of burden from Konoha he had encountered, he had no choice but to take precautions.
"Lord Hanzō, someone from Konoha is at the village entrance. He's come to Amegakure and wants to see you. What would you like us to do?" The attendant entered the office and, seeing his lord busily typing away at his computer, asked with a pang of sympathy.
At his age, Lord Hanzō still had to manage their enormous Amegakure. He really did work so hard for them.
"Wait, wait," Hanzō said, his hands flying over the keyboard.
``` Speed of the Shinobi World: You *! What the fuck are you even playing? Huh? Can you stop playing Shinobi World Alliance? You played Ōnoki and went 2/23/2—is that even humanly possible? Seriously, my grandma could play better than you with her limbs amputated, okay? Stop making a fucking spectacle of yourself.
Ibuse: Who the fuck do you think you are?! Where did this little brat come from, trying to teach me how to play? When I was making a name for myself in the Shinobi World, you were still sucking milk, you little shit!
Speed of the Shinobi World: You'd think in this day and age, we wouldn't still be seeing congenital brain defects.
Ibuse: Oh, really? Come on, then! Got the guts to add