At the Five Kage summit, the air felt as though it had been sliced by a blade, so heavy that breathing was almost impossible.
Yemu hovered silently high above, golden chakra surging like a tide and illuminating his handsome, cold face. Like a god looking down upon the shinobi world, he chilled everyone to the bone.
Below, the expressions of all four Kage changed.
The Raikage was the first to break the silence.
His fists clenched, his brow twitched, and his face held an unprecedented mix of emotions and anger.
He looked up at Yemu, his voice trembling:
"Yemu... are you serious? You're going to start another war?"
His tone held both outrage and an instinctive reluctance to believe it.
At that moment, Ōnoki abruptly stepped forward and rose into the air, his face blazing with fury:
"You warmonger! You-you thug!!"
"You're the greatest scourge of the shinobi world, a criminal who respects no law!!"
Ōnoki's voice echoed throughout the conference hall. His outrage refused to subside, and fury churned relentlessly in his chest.
Faced with these accusations, however, Yemu merely chuckled.
He slowly raised a hand to cover half his face, an almost mocking smile flickering in his golden eyes. "When you attacked the Land of Iron, why didn't any of you stand up and call yourselves criminals who were starting a war?"
"The moment I say 'war,' you start condemning me from your moral high ground, denouncing me at every turn."
"...You really are a spectacular pack of hypocritical dogs."
"You don't even bother changing the act."
Yemu's tone was contemptuous, laden with disdain and cold mockery, like a judge ridiculing prisoners.
His words were sharp knives, carving into the Kage's faces one cut at a time.
All four froze.
The Raikage's face turned livid. Ōnoki opened his