To prove his loyalty, Mukade actually sent his hands flying, smoothly forming several textbook Konoha hand signs on the spot before sidling forward with a fawning expression.
"Lord Yūya, look at my technique. Pure Konoha, guaranteed! To tell you the truth, the Will of Fire has long since colored my heart!"
Before he had even finished, a dull bang rang out. Miki Yūya slammed the table so hard that the teacups jumped.
His eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead as he pointed at Mukade's nose and roared.
"Konoha?! The people I despise most are you Konoha ninjas!"
The sudden outburst made Mukade shudder all over. He stammered,
"M-my lord, what do you..."
"You have the nerve to ask?"
Miki Yūya ground his teeth, his eyes brimming with contempt and fury.
"When Orochimaru caused all that trouble in Konoha, practically everyone just stood around watching!
"Not one of those cowards dared step forward. I, Miki Yūya, despise spineless trash like that more than anything!
"So tell me, what were you doing back then? Why didn't you stop Orochimaru?!"
Mukade was utterly dumbfounded.
His mouth hung open, his mind in chaos. Stop Orochimaru?
Was this a joke? He was a Sunagakure ninja!
Orochimaru was Konoha's rogue ninja. What did that have to do with a Sand ninja?
I was just saying that! I'm not actually a Konoha ninja, you fucking...
But faced with Miki Yūya's eyes, which looked ready to devour him, Mukade forcibly swallowed the truth on the tip of his tongue.
With a thud, Mukade dropped to his knees and frantically kowtowed, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
"Please calm down, Yūya! My lord, please hear me out!
"Back then... I had no choice!"
"No choice?"
Miki Yūya couldn't care less about his excuses. If he claimed to be