"Was the deal made with the legendary Sage of Six Paths? Or with the earliest powerhouses of the Shinobi World? Or with the Ōtsutsuki Clan?"
"Stop!" Kisame cut her off, his tone growing graver. "Sarada, that's enough."
"We can't touch any of this. We can't even ask about it! Curiosity will get us killed!"
But Sarada ignored his warnings and kept talking, her eyes growing brighter.
"But I'm curious."
"Chou said the Celestial Dragons hold the power to destroy the world."
"If such a terrifying trump card really exists, why is there no record of it anywhere in the Shinobi World?"
"Over the past thousand years, the Shinobi World has seen countless wars, large and small. There have been four world wars, and more natural and man-made disasters than anyone could count."
"And a world-destroying power that strong hasn't been used even once in a thousand years? Who leaves their ultimate trump card sitting idle like that?"
At those words, Kisame fell completely silent.
He had no way to refute her.
Everything Sarada had said was true.
If the Celestial Dragons really could destroy the world, there was no way they would have remained hidden for a thousand years, letting the Shinobi World tear itself apart.
The Main Hall went utterly quiet. Kisame kept his mouth shut, refusing to engage with her any further.
He knew perfectly well that once Sarada set her mind on something like this, nothing could drag her back.
Sarada could barely contain the excitement surging within her. Her black eyes shone brilliantly, their depths sharp with eagerness.
Beside her, Kisame quietly watched the youngster's expression, then let out a long, helpless breath, his face weary and worried.
His voice deepened as he earnestly tried to dissuade her. "Sarada, take my advice. Don't play with a