Chapter 115
Those men took Zixu to the outskirts of Kumogakure, a place specifically designated for "outside friends"—a gathering ground for those who dared to challenge the warriors of the village.
Zixu glanced at his so-called "colleagues"—all of whom bore injuries of varying severity—and quickly understood the level of brutality within the Hidden Cloud.
The Cloud-nin leading the way gestured toward the wounded shinobi, their bodies covered in bruises, and spoke with feigned kindness.
"They thought they were strong enough to challenge us. Their ninjutsu is decent, but we in Kumogakure are known for our Taijutsu and Kenjutsu. The fact that they still have all their limbs is proof of our mercy."
He paused, watching Zixu's expression, expecting fear, hesitation—anything. But Zixu remained utterly indifferent, much to the ninja's frustration.
Hmph. Keep up the act. Let's see if you're still this calm after we break you.
"Some of them just don't know their limits," the Cloud-nin continued, his tone turning sinister. "Swords are unforgiving, and in battle, injuries are inevitable."
He motioned toward another group of people—a sorry sight of cripples, some missing limbs, others with broken bodies, huddled together with bowls in front of them like beggars.
"But we are still merciful. We didn't take their lives. We let them live. Do you think you'll be one of them?"
The malice in the Cloud-nin's voice grew so thick it almost felt tangible, but Zixu dismissed the threat as nothing more than an insignificant breeze.
"Well, if possible, can we get on with it and fight someone strong already?"