"Yes!"
Both Shinobi nodded.
They wanted the Tsuchikage to know they had neither shied away from battle nor deserted.
Their opponent had simply been too powerful!
"Uchiha Gua is only six years old, as far as I know." Beside them, Kitsuchi spoke in a low voice as he looked at the two elite Jonin. He thought they were exaggerating.
Two elite Jonin had actually been frightened this badly by a six-year-old child.
Even if he were Madara Uchiha reincarnated, surely he should not have been that strong?
"No, Lord Kitsuchi, he isn't six. He's seven!"
One of the Shinobi spoke up.
The other immediately chimed in.
"Yes, I heard he's seven!"
Kitsuchi frowned and looked at his father, Ōnoki.
Ōnoki was so angry he laughed.
Six, seven-was there a difference?
At a time like this, they were still arguing over that?
Did him being seven somehow justify their defeat?
They were elites! Elite Jonin selected by Iwagakure, one in a hundred!
And a seven-year-old child had routed them?
What did Iwagakure even keep them around for?
Ōnoki took a deep breath, trying not to get too angry. At his age, he could drop dead from rage at any moment.
"Lord Tsuchikage, please don't be angry. We did bring back some good news."
Seeing things take a turn for the worse, one of the Shinobi hurriedly tried to plead his case before he ended up doing a Louis XVI cosplay.
"Speak!"
Ōnoki's voice was grim.
"Although we suffered a defeat at Uchiha Gua's hands, we'd practically reached the Land of Fire's camp. So we know their defensive deployment inside out. We memorized all of it."
At those words,
Kitsuchi's expression eased a little.
He turned to look at his father, Ōnoki.
Yet Ōnoki's face only grew darker.
Kitsuchi did not understand