"Who exactly are you? What do you want?"
Kitsuchi looked utterly serious.
There was not even any grief over his father's death on his face.
Because he knew he had neither the right nor the time to grieve now.
The Tsuchikage was dead, the Jinchūriki's whereabouts were unknown, and all of Iwagakure had suffered devastating casualties...
This news would soon spread throughout the Shinobi World.
And there were enemies lurking in the shadows who could return at any moment.
Kitsuchi knew he had little time left. If he could not regroup their forces as quickly as possible and unite everyone who remained...
Iwagakure might collapse on its own before long.
So no matter how worried he was about his daughter, or how grief-stricken and angry he felt, Kitsuchi had to force himself to calm down.
At least, judging by what had just happened, the man before him did not seem to be on the same side as those evil cursed spirits. They were enemies instead.
If they could clear up this "misunderstanding," that would naturally be ideal.
Shinji narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts unreadable. Only when Kitsuchi's expression grew increasingly grave did he put his weapon away and slowly speak. "I helped you just now because we couldn't let those monsters laugh at us in the face of an outside enemy."
"As for what I wanted in the first place, I told you long ago. My objective? I don't have one. You're overcomplicating things."
"I captured that woman only because she brought people to attack me first. Since she wasn't good enough and became my prisoner, was there anything wrong with sending someone to negotiate a ransom?"
Kitsuchi's expression grew complicated after hearing that.
"That was all?"
"Why else do you think you managed to retreat from me so