Zabuza gave a bleak chuckle and glanced at Sasuke, who was waving the sword hilt over his body. A flicker of existential doubt crossed his eyes before he closed them and took a deep breath.
He, the mighty Demon of the Hidden Mist, had actually been beaten this badly by two brats!
And that was with his opponents holding back. Even if Zabuza hadn't shown his full strength either, it did nothing to conceal his crushing defeat.
Worse, he was being threatened with the Kubikiribōchō, which had been shattered down to its hilt. This world was far too ridiculous.
Konoha had also infuriated him enough to laugh. Two Genin in a newly graduated squad had this kind of strength? What the hell were they playing at?
Was something wrong with him, or was something wrong with the world?
With a long sigh, Zabuza opened his eyes and met Haku's gaze, tender yet resolute, carrying something difficult to put into words. He immediately gave another bleak chuckle.
He quietly held Haku's gaze. Seeing support for whatever decision he made in those eyes, Zabuza shook his head, finally at peace.
He was just about to say something when he saw the Kubikiribōchō's hilt pressed against his neck, and his composure cracked.
"I lost. Even if it was to two freshly graduated brats, I'll accept it. You've both already made names for yourselves, after all. But aren't you taking this a little too far? Making me, Demon Zabuza, master of the Kubikiribōchō, surrender beneath the Kubikiribōchō is one thing, but what the fuck is threatening me with a sword hilt supposed to mean?! Isn't that taking things a bit too... I surrender."
Zabuza had still been seething as he spoke, but when he turned his head, he saw Sasuke wearing a positively nuclear