Chapter 368: , a mere ten thousand Rock ninjas, I alone can suppress them!

He looked with a strange expression at the ice chair that had suddenly appeared before him.

It wasn't because the chair was strange or luxurious; on the contrary, apart from being made of ice, there was nothing unusual about it.

This chair was naturally far inferior to the "luxury version" ice dragon throne that Mizunuki Ryosuke sat upon.

The seat was wide and the backrest flat; although it looked a bit plain, it was standard and flawless.

The mere texture of ice was naturally no problem for the physique of a quasi-Kage ninja.

The reason he wore such an expression was for another reason.

He turned his gaze to the Rock ninja commander, Kitsuchi. He had heard a little about this young leader who held a status within the Rock Village equivalent to his own.

The same strength, the same identity as the son of the Third Kage, all indicated that the two of them were at least mutual admirers at this stage.

Only now...

When he saw the small stool that had appeared by Kitsuchi's side, his expression was one of wry amusement.

Yes, the "chair" that appeared before Kitsuchi was just a small stool suitable only for a primary school student.

A narrow seat and four short legs made up the entirety of this stool.

Compared to Kitsuchi's burly frame, this small stool looked incredibly comical.

"As expected."

He thought to himself; he had said it, hadn't he? The Rock ninjas dared to question Mizunuki Ryosuke in public, so how could Mizunuki Ryosuke possibly give Kitsuchi a "good time"?

With Mizunuki Ryosuke's "petty" nature and his tendency to "repay every grievance," how could he not manipulate the Rock ninjas to get his revenge?

Fortunately, he hadn't stepped forward just now, otherwise, he would likely be facing the same "children's version seat."

As the saying goes: "Let the comrade die, not me." Moreover, the two sides were essentially enemies, so he naturally had no need to stand up for Kitsuchi's "plight."

On the contrary, it was already good that he wasn't secretly laughing.

Thus, he sat down happily on the chair provided by Mizunuki Ryosuke, remaining calm and silent, his dark, rugged face filled with composure.

Looking at Kitsuchi, if his mood was one of wry amusement.

Then Kitsuchi was completely embarrassed and helpless; almost anyone could see that Mizunuki Ryosuke was deliberately "playing dumb."

But the current situation dictated that Kitsuchi had no power to resist Mizunuki Ryosuke's "tyranny."

At this moment, Kitsuchi could only secretly hate that Rock ninja for his loose tongue.

Seeing that on the Cloud ninja side, he had already sat down peacefully, Kitsuchi's face flushed red.

Kitsuchi was burly, with a broad back and thick waist, standing at least one meter ninety tall.

With such a volume, how was he supposed to sit peacefully on a stool less than twenty centimeters in diameter in front of everyone?

Mizunuki Ryosuke could not possibly be unaware of Kitsuchi's embarrassment.

Yet he still just smiled and shifted his gaze to Kitsuchi, remaining silent.

Mizunuki Ryosuke's eyes seemed to be saying: "If you aren't even willing to 'sit down,' how are we supposed to talk?"

In the end, Kitsuchi could only hold his nose and accept it, biting his teeth and swallowing his pride.

For the sake of the Rock Village, he endured it!

Thus, Kitsuchi sat down on the small stool; his burly, massive frame made the small stool bear a weight it was never meant to carry at his age.

Kitsuchi's wretched appearance was as comical as a bear riding a bicycle in a circus.

Seeing the three "big shots" from their respective factions sitting down, the nearby jonin looked at each other, their eyes filled with strangeness.

First, sunbathing in front of the two armies, then sitting down because they were tired of standing—was this really a question of "to sit or not to sit"?

The originally serious and cruel atmosphere of war had been completely derailed by Mizunuki Ryosuke.

The Cloud ninjas were all lighthearted, their expressions not the least bit anxious; instead, they all showed mocking and spectator-like expressions.

In contrast, the Rock jonin were all flushed, looking with embarrassed eyes at Kitsuchi, who was "suffering."

There was no shortage of smart people on the Rock ninja side.

They could naturally see that the Fourth Mizukage held absolute dominance on the field, and any existence that defied him would invite punishment.

As for the content of the punishment, it could be a "light or heavy" small stool, or it could be an attack as fierce as a rainstorm.

For this unfathomable Mizukage, who could say for sure?

Perhaps now it was just making Kitsuchi sit on a "small stool," but if they spoke out of turn again, it might invite even more biting retribution, like the Judgment Cross?

Mizunuki Ryosuke's attitude also made the Rock Village understand that from the very beginning, the Rock ninjas had no room for negotiation.

Everything was in the other party's control.

Now, the only choice left for the Rock Village was—to obey.

Kitsuchi clearly understood this earlier than the other Rock ninjas, so he appeared incredibly cooperative.

Thinking of this, more than ten thousand Rock ninjas were so angry their faces turned red, their hands clenched into tight fists.

A dignified force of ten thousand Rock ninjas, placed anywhere in the ninja world, would be enough to stir up the winds and clouds and shake all four directions.

But now, they were actually suppressed by one person to the point of being unable to move, not even daring to breathe loudly!

Shame! This would be a shame that the Rock ninjas would never forget for all eternity!

But soon, the Rock ninjas could only helplessly loosen their hands.

Even so, what other choice did they have?

In terms of combat power, remembering that pitch-black cross that covered the sky and killed the Tailed Beast in an instant, all the Rock ninjas were terrified, losing the courage to fight in their hearts.

After all, not fearing death and throwing oneself into the fire like a moth to a flame were two completely different things.

And in terms of means and strategy, the entire Rock ninja force had long since fallen into Mizunuki Ryosuke's layout and planning.

The current Rock Village was like a traveler buried up to their neck in quicksand, having long since lost any possibility of a comeback.

Even from the beginning, Kitsuchi had already defaulted to the Rock ninjas' failure.

The reason he was still struggling was just to keep the Rock ninjas from being completely wiped out.

In front of the two armies, the commander was publicly humiliated, yet more than ten thousand Rock ninjas could only be angry but dare not speak, not even daring to say an extra word.

Such a situation had never happened since the founding of the Rock Village.

Just as mentioned before, today was destined to be a day of shame that the Rock Village would never forget.

The name Mizunuki Ryosuke was also destined to be remembered forever by all the citizens of the Land of Earth.

What did the combat power of ten thousand Rock ninjas mean?

It meant they could start a war between great nations.

It even meant they could exhaust a powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of the ninja world.

But now, they were suppressed by one person to the point of not daring to say an extra word.

Mizunuki Ryosuke looked at the countless Rock ninjas with flushed faces, and a hint of pleasure suddenly flashed through his heart.

A powerhouse as strong as the Third Raikage had ultimately died under the siege of ten thousand Rock ninjas.

And now, Mizunuki Ryosuke used strategy and force to make ten thousand Rock ninjas, known for their tenacity, not even have the courage to make a move.

What of ten thousand Rock ninjas? He only needed to use the brilliant strategies in his mind and the spirit in his chest to suppress them with one hand!