"But if you tell me who killed my parents, I might consider going back to Kirigakure for a look!"
Zhou Cheng was only making things difficult for Mei Terumi. After so many years, how could she possibly find out?
"Well..."
Sure enough, Mei Terumi looked troubled when she heard that.
More than ten years had passed, and most of those involved in that internal conflict had since died for one reason or another.
Where could she even begin?
She could only turn to the shinobi who had known Zhou Cheng's parents.
He shook his head.
"Back then, I was only a genin. I had no access to any core secrets!"
"Besides, after all these years, the people who knew about it have either left the village or died."
"Other than a few of the village's elders, I doubt anyone knows about it anymore!"
Mei Terumi nodded, then looked back at Zhou Cheng and spread her hands helplessly.
"Then spare me the nonsense!"
"Fight or retreat!"
Zhou Cheng drew the Thunder God Sword, and his aura surged once again.
As for Shukaku's chakra, that was his final trump card!
Besides, Shukaku was still just a little kid. Zhou Cheng had no desire to be accused of employing child labor.
He pointed the Thunder God Sword at Mei Terumi. Would they keep fighting, or would Kirigakure hold him here at any cost?
Mei Terumi regained her commanding composure.
She stood still for a long time before letting out a quiet sigh.
Even if they managed to keep Zhou Cheng here, what would that accomplish?
It would come at an enormous cost.
Afterward, barely any of Kirigakure's shinobi would remain.
How would they deal with the Konoha Ninja in the Watchtower then?
Even if they actually reached Konoha, what could the handful of