"I told you, you can't take that barrel."
He held up three chubby fingers and waggled them.
"I'll count to three. Put him down, then hurry home and take your medicine. Otherwise, I'm going to get physical."
A fanatical fire finally ignited in Kimimaro's cold green eyes-the obsession unique to the Kaguya Clan, and his absolute loyalty to Orochimaru.
His voice was hoarse, as grating as metal scraping against metal.
"For Lord Orochimaru's cherished wish, every obstacle will be eliminated."
With that, he lifted the barrel and hurled it toward the Valley of the End.
"Orochimaru again?"
Goten curled his lip exaggeratedly, his face full of bewilderment and contempt.
"Is that boss of yours running some pyramid scheme outside Konoha? Why do you all act brainwashed, going on about him every time you open your mouths?"
Goten tilted his head and asked in all seriousness.
"Does he pay your social insurance and housing fund? Will he cover your burial if you die? Do you get overtime pay? You're risking your life for him without any of that? Are you stupid?"
Kimimaro wasted no more words.
For someone like him, words were the most unnecessary thing of all.
His figure flickered in place, and the next instant, he appeared before Goten.
The bones in his arm gave a series of unnerving cracks. A razor-sharp bone blade had already slid out of his palm, carrying a bone-chilling cold as it stabbed straight at Goten's face.
Goten merely leaned gently aside. The bone blade, capable of piercing steel, brushed past his cheek without cutting so much as a single hair.
"Oh? You can use bones like that?"
Goten's eyes lit up, his interest caught by the bone blade.
"That's much more interesting than the toys those ugly guys summoned earlier."
He effortlessly dodged