Chapter 119
Zixu lit up a cigarette, one he had won in a lottery before. Since he had it, he figured he might as well smoke it rather than waste it.
The arrogant shinobi who had stood against him were now sprawled across the ground, their bodies forming a small mound. Bruises covered them from head to toe, many fresh from the beatdown they had just received. The blood they had coughed up stained the earth, not yet dried.
Sitting atop the heap of battered warriors, Zixu waited for his cigarette to burn down before flicking the butt aside.
"Tch, I really can't stand this crap. Too damn harsh," he muttered, crossing his legs before hopping down from his makeshift throne. His gaze settled on the shinobi guide lying at his feet.
"No more wasting time. So, am I qualified to meet the Raikage now?" Zixu wasn't even slightly winded from the fight. To him, it had just been a warm-up. Now that he'd had his fun, it was time to get down to business.
The leading Kumo-nin struggled to his feet, his body trembling, his expression unreadable. He clearly wasn't ready to accept reality yet.
"What the hell are you waiting for? Lead the way already. Or do you need me to carry you there myself? Are you even a Cloud shinobi? Why the hell are you hesitating?" Zixu patted the man's head, wondering if he had knocked something loose in his skull.
"Damn it..." The Kumo-nin clenched his fists, eyes burning with humiliation and rage. Never before had he suffered such disgrace. He was a proud warrior of Kumogakure—surrender wasn't in his nature.
"...Follow me."
"Now that's more like it."
The Raikage's office was a straightforward structure, lacking any unnecessary decorations. Built for practicality, it stood tall, its glass windows giving a commanding view of the entire village—befitting of the Raikage's status.