The combined presence and pressure of more than twenty elite ninja were enough to crush countless people!
But Shihōin Naraku was not among them!
He seemed completely unaffected by the mountain-like pressure, sweeping his gaze over the ninja one by one with effortless condescension.
Naraku's eyes seemed like a boundless starry sky, yet also like a ceaselessly surging ocean. Anyone who met his gaze involuntarily felt the pressure of someone above them!
No one could hold Naraku's gaze for a single second.
Almost all of them lowered their heads or looked away the instant Naraku looked at them.
"I know you're unhappy!"
Naraku swept his gaze over everyone and finally spoke.
"Ever since the beginning of ninja history, we have been trapped in a vortex of conflict, unable to escape!"
"Peace has always seemed like nothing more than a fantasy!"
"After multiple Shinobi World Wars, the Five Great Shinobi Villages are filled with resentment, fear, madness, hatred, hostility..."
"Ninja engage in endless slaughter for their differing interests!"
"Some have lost comrades, some have lost close friends, some have lost family..."
"Hatred and bloodshed have become synonymous with ninja!"
"The world of ninja seems destined to keep sinking, with no future!"
"I know very well the harm the Akatsuki has brought to the various shinobi villages!"
"Because in past wars, just like the Akatsuki, I brought the same harm to your villages-or even more."
Hey, hey, hey...
Asuma Sarutobi scratched his head, a cigarette between his lips, his face full of disbelief. Everything had sounded so good earlier. How had Naraku suddenly come out with something so outrageous?
Asuma did not even need to turn and look to sense the indignation of the ninja from the other villages.
After all, the other shinobi villages had all suffered at Shihōin Naraku's hands,