Sarada had thought that once she said this, Lucci would fly into a rage and turn his wrath on Konoha, Sunagakure, Iwagakure, Kumogakure, and Kirigakure.
But to her surprise, neither Lucci nor Kalifa became furious. Instead, they both froze, their faces filling with confusion.
Lucci frowned at Sarada and asked in a strange tone.
"What descendants?"
"You're saying those damned daimyō and nobles are descendants of us Celestial Dragons?"
Sarada froze too, then replied coldly, as though it were obvious, "Aren't they?"
"That's what everyone in the shinobi world says! The nobles and daimyō have the Celestial Dragons backing them. They're your direct bloodline, left behind in the shinobi world."
"That's why they became the rulers of the shinobi world!"
Smack!
Another slap, even harder than the last, struck Sarada viciously across the face!
This slap was even more brutal than the previous one!
Sarada's head rang from the blow. Blood immediately seeped from the corner of her mouth, and half her face swelled up like a steamed bun.
Before she could get angry, Lucci's face was already twisted with profound offense and fury, his gaze cold enough to cut to the bone.
"Who told you those lowly slaves were descendants of us Celestial Dragons?!"
Lucci looked utterly enraged, as though he had just heard the most ridiculous, insulting thing in his life, and roared furiously.
"You give those worthless fools far too much credit!"
"Those so-called daimyō and nobles have only ever been slaves we Celestial Dragons left in the shinobi world to manage worldly affairs for us!"
"Slaves no better than ants, worthy of being our descendants?! That's an outrageous insult to us!"
"Huh?!"
Those words exploded in Sarada's mind like a bolt from the blue.
Sarada stood completely dumbstruck, her eyes wide, her mind blank, her entire