Yanbai glanced at Mito, then at Kima, who sat stiffly upright beside her.
Although Yanbai wanted nothing more than to charge like a madman to the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Iron, give Kumogakure's current Raikage A a thorough beating, and then plant giant hogweed all over the Land of Lightning.
But...
Yanbai held himself back.
With a calm expression, Yanbai said, "Don't let my appearance fool you. I'm sixty or seventy years old, after all. I'm just a mascot. It might not be a good thing if I actually took action."
That had been close. He had almost let his impulses turn him into someone's unpaid muscle.
How hard could it be for Yanbai to beat up the Raikage?
The entire Shinobi World was covered in Flying Thunder God Marks that Tobirama Senju had left while delivering parcels back in the day.
The Land of Fire's logistics industry was already well established. There was no need to rely on Flying Thunder God, especially since it was not something just anyone could learn.
Now, every road in the Land of Fire was clear and accessible. Ordinary shinobi who specialized in speed could deliver parcels too, and almost no one used the Flying Thunder God Technique anymore.
Leaving those marks unused would be a waste.
If Yanbai got bored today, he could teleport over to fight the Raikage. Tomorrow, he could teleport over to do group dancing with Ōnoki. He would be even faster than Madara had been when delivering death back in the day.
But draping what should have been Yanbai's spontaneous entertainment in the mantle of the will of fire turned mere amusement into work. That felt awful.
If he represented Konoha Shinobi Village, or even the entire Land of Fire, Yanbai would have