Hatake Ziyan froze, staring at the vacant-eyed man with blood flowing from his mouth. This was the person he had been searching for all along?
"Is this your boss?" Hatake Ziyan asked Yan, who stood nearby, with some skepticism.
Yan ignored Hatake Ziyan, staring at the man before him, who was no longer breathing yet could still move!
"You could say that! I am their leader! What did you want with me?" the man said.
"Now that we've met, aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Hatake Ziyan asked, looking at the man who had answered his question.
"Me? It's been so long that I can't even remember my name! It's only a label, anyway! When we meet properly someday, you'll naturally find out who I am!" the man with the broken neck said, his head hanging limply.
Hatake Ziyan frowned and continued, "What are you after? You've even planted pawns in all of the Five Great Shinobi Villages!"
"After?"
"I'm not after anything. Otherwise, none of you could have survived to this day, let alone established villages. Still, I'm quite looking forward to meeting you! I've enjoyed our conversation this time! See you next time!"
Then he turned toward Yan, moved his lips, and collapsed to the floor with a thud.
Hatake Ziyan felt as though a thick wad of phlegm had lodged in his throat. He could neither spit it out nor swallow it. It was maddening!
What conversation did we even have? And you enjoyed it? You must have some serious misconceptions about what a conversation is!
Hatake Ziyan turned toward Yan and said, "Come on, talk! What's so special about this boss of yours who suddenly showed up? What can he do?"
Yan ignored Hatake Ziyan, staring blankly at the corpse on the floor and the two