"Ah, don't get so worked up. You know me. I'm not interested in Seeds or whatever. Who would believe that nonsense about a world that's already been devoured being able to revive?
I've always been on your side. Otherwise, why wouldn't I just go work with that other fellow who still hasn't given up?
He... has always wanted to bring his own world back. He's always placed great importance on that so-called qualification to seize this world. Oh, right, want an orange?"
Watching Karatachi Yagura's demeanor change completely, Hatake Sakumo knew the person he was looking for had arrived, and spoke with a smile.
"You talk too much."
"Karatachi Yagura" folded his arms and spoke coldly.
Clearly, he had little interest in what Hatake Sakumo had to say.
"Hiss... so sour. Didn't manage to trick you into having one. What a shame, what a shame. All right, down to business, down to business. You... must have noticed too, right? The Will of the World... has been awake all along. And... he's using you?"
At those words, Hatake Sakumo's relaxed expression immediately crumpled, and he tossed away the orange in his hand. Then, casually taking out a handkerchief and wiping his mouth, he looked at Madara Uchiha with rare seriousness and spoke in a low voice.
As his words fell.
Whooom!!!!!
In an instant.
A scarlet Sharingan abruptly flashed in "Karatachi Yagura's" eyes.
Vast, terrifying chakra erupted. A pile of papers lying beside the desk in the Mizukage's Office was instantly shredded and left floating in the air, while the desk's solid wooden edge cracked and splintered.
An icy pressure swept through the entire room, and the air seemed to freeze.
"Karatachi Yagura" raised his eyes, his voice low and cold.
"Do you... want to die?"
Looking at Hatake Sakumo before