As Fuyukuma Kōssetsu's threatening roar rang out, the force of his voice shook the snow from the carriage shafts.
On the cart behind them, Jiraiya, who had been pretending to sleep, suddenly cracked his eyes open, a sharp gleam flashing within.
He tilted his head slightly and glanced over the frightened, flustered film crew, especially Asama Sandayu, who stood closest to the confrontation. Tch, that big oaf sure has a loud voice. Should I tell Asama to move back a little?
If a fight really breaks out, he could get splattered with blood and shards of ice. Those old bones of his can't take that kind of cold.
He had seen how wild Naruto could get in a fight, so before they arrived, he had told the kid they were only here for the money. The fewer complications, the better.
The Jianghu wasn't all fighting and killing. It was about knowing how to deal with people!
Taking on an entire faction and meddling in its internal affairs over a single protection contract was all well and good if you could settle the matter.
But if you couldn't, earning a mere few hundred thousand ryo only to find there were places in this vast world you no longer dared visit simply wasn't worth it.
After all, master and student made their living by taking commissions.
They couldn't afford one-off deals that burned their bridges, nor could they afford to provoke the local powers.
Nadare Rōga's brazen twisting of the truth and undisguised murderous intent had not only enraged Koyuki and Sandayu, but also brought a faint flicker of interest to Naruto's eyes as he calmly faced them.
He looked at Fuyukuma Kōssetsu's mountainlike bulk and the strange armor on him, which faintly rippled with energy. The corners of his mouth rose