"Suikazan Fuguki! Get down here! These little lackeys of yours aren't enough!" Kushimaru Kuriarare danced wildly in the middle of the dance floor, sweat flying as he laughed and shouted at Suikazan Fuguki.
Suikazan Fuguki's expression darkened. Kushimaru Kuriarare's laughter sounded unbearably grating to him now. He had considered what sort of threat his men might pose to Kushimaru, but he hadn't expected them to be this useless.
And Kushimaru Kuriarare seemed to have outdanced all his lackeys without even showing his true strength. What a bunch of trash.
"Kushimaru Kuriarare, who would've thought? Even at your age, you've still got those moves," Suikazan Fuguki said with a sneer.
"You damned watermelon. Heh, when I was young, I knew nothing about youthful recklessness. All I knew was that the winner was king. And that hasn't changed," Kushimaru Kuriarare replied with a sneer.
"We can't let Lord Kushimaru Kuriarare look down on us! Let's show him that Kirigakure's younger generation of Dance Youths aren't pushovers either!"
"Lord Suikazan! Sorry for the trouble, but put on a harder-hitting DJ track! I'm ready to dance!"
"Charge!!! Let's dance!"
"Good! Anyone here who can hold their own against Kushimaru Kuriarare on the dance floor drinks on me, Suikazan Fuguki, tonight!" Hearing the excited shouting below, Suikazan Fuguki perked up too and announced it with a sweep of his hand.
"Long live Lord Suikazan Fuguki!!!"
"Oh, a bit of a crowd, huh? Still, you're not quite up to the standard of my younger days!" Kushimaru Kuriarare watched the crowd surrounding him with growing excitement, his expression gradually running wild.
With the powerful thumping of the DJ's music, Nagato felt as though the entire bar was swaying along to the beat. The crowd's fierce shouting only made the whole scene seem even more chaotic and disorderly.