Daimyos Fight, Shinobi Villages Suffer!

As for his face, it had already darkened. Its color was practically matching his thick beard now—both were equally black, indistinguishable from each other.

"Enough!!! We of the Land of Wind, we of Sunagakure, do not need Konoha's sympathy, nor do we need the Land of Fire's sympathy! If you think Sunagakure is easy to bully, then come at us!!!"

"..."

The Land of Wind's Daimyo suddenly exploded, cutting off his own words and firing at him in front of so many people. Wasn't this practically Sunagakure declaring war on Konoha?

Wasn't this supposed to be a standoff and a war of words?

The Third Hokage and Grandma Chiyo, the current leaders of the two villages, would probably both be coughing up blood over this soon enough. This wasn't how the script was supposed to go. You'd gone completely off track!!!

"Who would ever sympathize with Sunagakure? A bunch of losers who fight and lose every time!!!!"

Since the other man refused to give him any face, the Land of Fire's Daimyo had no intention of saying anything nice either. He seized on his opponent's sore spot and hammered away at it.

"Damn it!!!!" The Land of Wind's Daimyo no longer cared about etiquette. He rolled up his sleeves, intending to teach the Land of Fire's Daimyo a lesson first. Normally, people like them valued etiquette most. They did not curse or fight—those were things only crude people did. They were representatives of a nation.

But that was all bullshit. Under certain circumstances, not cursing or hitting someone was nothing but a lie for fools.

The Land of Wind's Daimyo looked burly and rough, while the Land of Fire's Daimyo resembled a frail bamboo pole. But though his body was like a bamboo pole, his courage certainly was not. You