The howling white blizzard was like a whirlwind of white blades flying across the sky.
The temperature had already plummeted to below minus thirty degrees Celsius, where your breath freezes instantly.
Before the heavy ice stone gate of Three Wolves Pass.
Hundreds of heavily armored warriors, fully armed, rested their hands on the cold hilts of their swords, holding their breath completely.
"Clatter."
A slightly faded flat flip-flop was steadily stepped on from the door sill of that luxurious chariot.
I stepped firmly into the cold, hard, deep snow.
However.
The next instant, a bizarre scene that nearly made all the samurai's eyes pop out of their masks erupted!
The moment that foot landed.
The millennia-old ice and thick snow within a radius of several feet couldn't withstand it for even half a second!
"Sizzle--!!"
A plume of scalding, thick white steam rose wildly from deep within the snow!
The entire ice layer was as if it were being burned by a raging fire, and was instantly melted into a pool of steaming warm water by the terrifying heat of the blood and qi emanating from the soles of those feet!
Senju Kenya tucked one hand into the pockets on either side of his floral shorts.
She was only wearing a thin, printed beach short-sleeved shirt, with most of the buttons on the chest undone.
He remained unmoved by the raging blizzard that tore at the hem of his clothes at minus thirty degrees Celsius.
His bronze-colored muscles, gleaming with a deep, dark golden light, radiated a scorching vitality like a furnace, so intense that not even a single Flower Capital could land on his shoulder!
In his other hand.
He was holding a large, double-scoop ice cream made with deep-sea ice cream and mangrove juice!
Kenya swaggered forward in his flip-flops while taking a big bite out of the Ice Ball.
Chewing on the ice crystals made a crunching sound, and his face was full of the pleasant and enjoyable feeling of eating watermelon in the middle of summer.
"Hmm... the ice crystals from these snow-capped mountains taste really authentic."
Kenya mumbled indistinctly, swallowed the cold juice, and let out a comfortable, slightly cool burp.
Admiral Mifune stood in the very center of the city gate.
The Land of Iron's supreme commander, a veteran of countless battles with his head wrapped in bandages, gripped his renowned sword, and at that moment, his hand trembled uncontrollably.
Wearing baggy shorts in a raging blizzard?
He's even chewing on an ice pop?!
This is the kind of outrageous thing a carbon-based organism could do?!
Mifune took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, and stepped forward.
He adjusted the heavy armor on his chest, and bowed solemnly to Kenya was slowly approaching, and Mei Terumi, who was stepping down from the chariot:
"I, Mifune, the Admiral of the Land of Iron, respectfully welcome the Fifth Mizukage, Mei Terumi, and... the Senju the Great."
His manners were impeccable, without a single fault.
But then, the old samurai, known for his strictness and rigidity, suddenly became serious:
"However, according to the Land of Iron's centuries-old ironclad rule of neutrality and the summit's security regulations."
Mifune pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword, his voice low and metallic.
" The Five Kage Summit is a high-level, closed-door meeting; no major power may bring heavy machinery with the potential for large-scale destruction across its borders."
Mifune pointed to the black iron heavy-duty land patrol vehicle, which was over twenty meters long, and the four armored behemoths in front of it:
"This heavy weapon of war must remain outside the pass and be under the full control of the samurai order."
"In addition..."
Mifune's gaze fell upon the several-ton black iron greatsword that Zabuza Momochi was carrying behind him:
"Guards are not permitted to bring oversized or heavy siege weapons into the area."
"At last..."
Mifune, watching Kenya eating an ice Kenya, added with a twitching smile:
"Your Majesty, please change into a presentable formal suit to show the most basic respect to the heads of state of the other four major powers."
The three prohibitions are all based on the established rules.
Upon Zabuza Momochi, who was standing at the back, instantly turned his originally cold face into a hideous expression!
Thump!
The black iron greatsword suddenly lurched forward, smashing a huge, deep trench in front of the marble barrier!
The violent aura instantly blew off the hats of dozens of warriors around them!
"You old geezer! You think you're so great?!"
Zabuza forward, his eyes filled with bloodlust and ferocity.
"Dare to make my boss change clothes? Dare to impound our chamber of commerce's war chariot?!"
"Believe it or not, I'll cleave this damn checkpoint in two with one sword today, and chop your old bones into mincemeat to feed the fish?!"
Mei Terumi also stepped forward, wearing a high-slit long dress, her beautiful eyes sparkling, her red lips slightly parted, carrying a cold mockery:
"Lord Mifune, when the Raikage led the Kumogakure Village army and stormed in, your samurai group didn't dare to confiscate swords so openly."
"Why are there so many more rules when we come to the Land of Water and the Senju Empire?"
The atmosphere instantly became tense!
Hundreds of heavily armed samurai drew their swords halfway from their sheaths, their Chakra auras flickering faintly!
However.
Faced with these almost provocative and difficult rules.
Senju Kenya didn't even stop walking.
He slowly chewed the last bite of the popsicle stick and casually spat it into the snowdrift.
Then, he put the crystal-clear white jade pipe back into his mouth.
Kenya stopped less than half a meter in front of Mifune.
He looked down at the rigid old general from his high vantage point.
He didn't draw his sword, didn't use his Chakra, and didn't release his Conqueror's Haki.
It was merely the raging, boiling, and violent blood and energy within his body, like that of an ancient behemoth.
With a puff of hot white breath exhaled from his nostrils.
It vibrated outwards by an extremely faint half-inch!
"Boom--!!"
In an instant, all the hairs on Mifune's body stood on end!
In that instant, in Mifune's unparalleled swordsmanship perception...
The person standing in front of me is not a young man at all.
It was an ancient Pure Gold meteorite, hurtling down from the endless depths of space, radiating temperatures of billions of degrees!
The violent, scorching pressure of life, like an invisible, massive hammer, slammed into Mifune's chest armor!
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Mifune's weathered old face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his blood and qi churned violently within him!
He couldn't even muster the will to draw his sword.
He was forced to retreat three whole steps by the terrifying aura emanating from this pure physical body!
With each step, the thick, hard frozen soil and ice layer beneath his feet were completely crushed!
"Old swordsman, you're getting on in years, so don't talk so much."
Kenya, with his Kenya in his mouth, patted Mifune's shoulder armor from above.
The cold iron armor, under the intense heat of Kenya's palm, actually emitted a sizzling sound like a branding iron:
"My clothes are my rules."
"Wherever my chariot is parked, that's my territory."
Kenya pointed to his nose, grinned widely, and exuded an unparalleled aura of Haki:
"Lead the way."
The entire hall was deathly silent!
Hundreds of heavily armored warriors, who had been so imposing, were now trembling with fear, their blades gleaming with terror in their sheaths.
Mifune, gripping his sword, forcefully suppressed the mouthful of blood gushing from his throat, his eyes filled with horror and despair.
He knew that if he dared to say even a single word of dissent today...
This Three Wolves Pass, with its centuries-old heritage, will be physically flattened by this tyrant in his underwear eating an ice pop with a single punch!
"It was the Emperor's overwhelming majesty... I, this old man, was presumptuous."
Mifune bowed deeply, sheathed his sword, and stepped aside to clear the doorway.
"Chariots and swords... enter the country without inspection!"
After half an incense stick's time.
Under the almost stunned gaze of tens of thousands of heavily armed warriors and intelligence spies from various countries throughout the city.
The enormous, black and gold chariot roared and crushed across the avenue.
The magnificent Five Kage Ancient Castle Hall stands atop the snow-capped mountain cliffs!
The heavy doors of the main hall slid open with a crash in the wind and snow.