"Pressure?! Hahaha, I love pressure!!!"
Jūzō Biwa froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "But won't doing this put even more pressure on the leader?!"
What the hell pressure? To put it bluntly, they were provoking Ōnoki. If anything, this was adding pressure to Akatsuki. For some reason, Jūzō Biwa felt excited. Just thinking about it sounded thrilling; it would be a shame not to do it.
As for whether it was decent of them, that had nothing to do with him. Kakuzu was the one who had told them to do it. Even if Black Zetsu and Nagato were unhappy, they could take it up with Kakuzu. It had absolutely nothing to do with Jūzō Biwa.
All he needed to do was enjoy a good slaughter, then let a few Iwagakure ninja who were scared stiff go back to deliver the news.
"If they can't even withstand this much pressure, how are they supposed to complete the plan?"
Kakuzu had already walked far ahead, but his unhurried voice drifted back, making Jūzō Biwa immediately split his distinctive huge mouth into a grin. Combined with the scar on his face, it put immense pressure on anyone who saw him.
Jūzō Biwa's mouth was not particularly strange. In fact, the later-famous Kisame Hoshigaki looked even more frightening than him. Although Jūzō Biwa's mouth was not that unusual, he had added something strange around it, making it look as if a bizarre red zipper had been tattooed across his lips. When he grinned, paired with the scar on his face, the effect was anything but pleasant.
Speaking of which, among the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, aside from Hozuki Mangetsu, who had died young, every one of the others looked and dressed somewhat strangely. Calling them ugly freaks would have