Chapter 115 - 10: The Pirated Tsukuyomi Chatroom
"Greetings, Master Yuan."
Both Sakumo Hatake and Baki bowed deeply. Following their lead, Hidan and Fugaku Uchiha also performed a respectful bow.
Ahead of them, the grand throne remained vacant, but slightly below it sat a massive wheelchair padded with thick cushions. Occupying the wheelchair was an elderly man dressed in a brown robe—the Master Yuan of Kirigakure. His face was gaunt, his mouth crooked, and his eyes drooped. His right hand trembled intermittently, a clear indication of the stroke that had afflicted him.
Behind the wheelchair stood a towering, burly man with a mountain-like physique. His cheeks bore two purple stripes, and his bearded face exuded a simple, honest demeanor. On his back were two massive spiked clubs, marking him as a clear expert in wielding heavy weapons.
On a tier below the wheelchair, Yomei and Yagura Karatachi stood on opposite sides. Beside Yomei was Siren, carrying a long sword, with eight masked ninjas in brown robes lined up behind him. These were evidently the Eight Guardians under Master Yuan's command.
On Yagura's side were seven ninjas of varying appearances. Among them, the most striking figure was an old acquaintance—Kisame Hoshigaki, wielding uniquely shaped blades. They were likely the newly formed Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, led by Yagura. However, four of their famed swords had been confiscated by Jinghang, leaving the newcomers to use substitutes, which somewhat undermined their reputation.
"Ku-ma... Yu-an... Dao... Er-lai... Xi-ku..."
Master Yuan strained to utter these garbled words, his crooked mouth quivering as if the effort had drained him entirely. He slumped back into his seat, utterly exhausted.
Sakumo Hatake and Baki exchanged glances.
What an actor!
"Master Yuan is not in the best of health and finds it difficult to express himself. I will convey the rest of his message on his behalf," the burly man pushing the wheelchair declared loudly.