Seeing the fierce fighting spirit in Izuna's eyes, Tetsuya couldn't help asking.
"So, you want to go see what Hanzo of the Salamander is really made of?"
"Yeah. I want to test him and see what makes him worthy of being called the Demigod of the Ninja World."
"If that's what you want, why don't we go give it a try? We might even get to see the decisive battle between Konoha and Amegakure."
Truth be told, Tetsuya was tempted too. He wanted to get out for a while.
Always sitting here reading the battlefield reports Kakuzu sent back had left him itching for action.
After all, he was a man who had fought in the First Shinobi World War.
The blue lightning of the battlefield, a man who had elbowed countless ninja to death.
And now he was just sitting at home watching the Second Shinobi World War unfold. What kind of nonsense was that?
"You're going too?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
Izuna smiled and replied.
"Didn't you say you were a merchant, and that fighting and killing weren't things a merchant like you should be doing?"
"Hey, fighting and killing really aren't things a merchant like me should be doing, but I'm going to watch the show. Nobody said merchants weren't allowed to join the fun."
"You really are a smooth-talking merchant."
"Heh, naturally. A merchant needs to be good with words."
As he spoke, he casually flicked out a flame and burned the letter.
"Itachi."
"What is it, boss?"
Itachi looked up from the big, greasy chicken leg he was gnawing on, his entire head glistening with oil.
"Sorry for the trouble, but go on ahead and tell Kakuzu we're planning to come over."
"Where are you going, boss? The Land of Rain?"
"That's right."
"Got it, boss!"