Chapter 690

Bee looked with a strange gaze 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 strange about it.

This chair was naturally far inferior to the "deluxe 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 one couldn't find any fault with it.

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

The reason Bee had such a look was for another reason.

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

The same strength and the same status as the son of a Third Kage all indicated that the two at least sympathized with each other at this stage.

Only now—

When Bee saw the small stool that appeared on Kitsuchi's side, his expression was one of wanting to laugh but being unable to.

Yes, the "chair" that appeared before Kitsuchi was just a small stool only suitable for an elementary 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."

Bee thought to himself; he had said so, the Rock ninjas dared to question Mizunuki Ryosuke in public, so how could Mizunuki Ryosuke give Kitsuchi a "good time"?

With Mizunuki Ryosuke's "pettiness" and "vengeful nature," how could he not manipulate the Rock ninjas to get his own back?

Fortunately, he hadn't taken the initiative to step forward just now, otherwise, what would be in front of him now would likely be the same "children's version seat."

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

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

Thus, Bee sat down happily on the chair provided by Mizunuki Ryosuke, remaining calm and silent, his dark, rugged face full of composure.

Looking at Kitsuchi's side, if Bee's mood was one of wanting to laugh but being unable to,

then Kitsuchi was in complete embarrassment and helplessness; almost anyone could see that Mizunuki Ryosuke was deliberately "playing dumb."

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

At this moment, Kitsuchi could only secretly hate the big mouth of that Rock ninja from before.

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

Kitsuchi was burly, with a broad back and thick waist, and his height was at least 1.9 meters.

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

Mizunuki Ryosuke couldn't possibly be unaware of Kitsuchi's embarrassment.

Yet he still just smiled and shifted his gaze to Kitsuchi without saying a word.

Mizunuki Ryosuke's gaze seemed to be saying: "You aren't even willing to 'sit down,' so how are we supposed to talk?"

In the end, Kitsuchi could only grit his teeth and accept it, swallowing his pride.

For the sake of Iwagakure, he endured it!

Thus, Kitsuchi sat down on the small stool; Kitsuchi's burly, massive frame made this small stool bear a weight it shouldn't have to bear at its age.

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

Seeing the three "big shots" of their respective camps sit down one after another, 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 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.

Looking at the Rock jonin, however, each of their faces was flushed red, 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 this Fourth Mizukage currently 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 the "neither light nor heavy" sitting on a small stool, or it could be an attack as violent as a rainstorm.

For this unfathomable Mizukage, who could say for sure?

Now it might just be letting Kitsuchi sit on a "small stool," but if they talked too much, it might invite even more biting punishment from the other side, like the Judgment Cross?

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

Everything was in the other party's grasp.

Now there was only one choice left for Iwagakure, and that was—to be obedient.

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

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

A mighty 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 directions.