"Oh! Not running anymore?" Hatake Ziyan said with a smile. "As for what I want to know, don't you already have a pretty good idea?"
Hanzō was utterly baffled. What do I know? Am I supposed to know? What are you talking about?
"Lord Ziyan! Please, just ask! I'll tell you anything I know! I won't hide a thing! All I ask is that once you've learned what you want from me, you spare my life!" Hanzō knew he had no hope of escaping unless Hatake Ziyan got the answers he wanted, so he spoke with the utmost sincerity.
Seeing that Hanzō had finally become obedient, Hatake Ziyan nodded in satisfaction. "Nothing much. I just want to know who else helped you attack the Akatsuki this time!"
A flicker of panic appeared in Hanzō's eyes at Hatake Ziyan's words, and he immediately said, "I'm the Demigod of the Ninja World! Why would I need help dealing with a few brats barely out of diapers? Lord Ziyan, could there be some misunderstanding?"
"A misunderstanding? There's no misunderstanding here! Don't try to get clever with me! Those ninja hiding in the shadows just now weren't from Amegakure either!" Hatake Ziyan's voice grew colder.
Hanzō swallowed. "Lord Ziyan, you really have misunderstood. Those men were there because I was afraid of some unexpec... Aah! ...ted trouble! Aah!"
Before Hanzō could finish, Hatake Ziyan slashed out with his blade, slicing off one of his arms!
"Hanzō! I don't have much patience for your bullshit. This time, I only took an arm. Next time, I can't promise where the blade will land!" Hatake Ziyan slowly sheathed his blade as he spoke.
Enduring the pain, Hanzō pressed his right hand against the wound where Hatake Ziyan had just severed his arm and quickly stopped the bleeding.