Chapter 226 – Yusuke: Do You Want to Start a War?
"Damn you, A of the Yotsuki Clan! You old bastard!" Yusuke's furious voice thundered across the air, each step he took causing his chakra to surge like a rising storm.
Behind him, the shadows twisted—forming a grim, deathly silhouette that seemed to embody a god of retribution, towering silently at his back.
"Raikage-sama, is something wrong?" Mabui asked, her tone cautious yet worried.
"...No. I just felt… a sudden chill down my spine," replied the Fourth Raikage, A, his expression tightening.
"Raikage-sama, we've already bought all the sweets from that confectionery shop. When should we depart for Konoha?" one of the Kumogakure shinobi asked.
"There's no rush," A said calmly. "Knowing him, he'll come here himself in a few days. When he does, we'll hand them over. Sending sweets all the way from the Land of Lightning to the Land of Fire is far too much trouble."
Indeed, such delicate sweets would never survive a long journey. It made more sense to wait.
"Raikage-sama, is it true that Hatake Yusuke will come here to help Lord Darui?" another ninja asked, curious but uneasy.
"Of course," A said with complete confidence. "That man has a very unhealthy obsession with sweets."
Sometimes, it wasn't your allies who understood you best—but your enemies. That old saying fit perfectly here.
"But still… isn't it a little extreme to get involved over snacks?" the ninja muttered uncertainly.
He didn't get to finish.
"AA!!! COME OUT HERE, YOU OLD FOOL!"
Yusuke's voice split the sky, the sheer killing intent behind it shaking the entire village.
"What—?! Already?!" A's face paled. Without another word, he launched himself toward the source of the voice at full Raikage speed.
When he arrived, Yusuke was already there, standing on a high ledge, one eye uncovered—his gaze sharp and glacial.
"So you finally decided to show yourself, you bastard," Yusuke said, his tone low and lethal.
"What are you doing here?" A demanded, though his gut already knew the answer.
"What do you think?" Yusuke's voice dripped venom. "Give back my Kikufuku! Or I'll erase this entire village from the map."
The cold fury in his tone left no room for humor. Though he didn't truly mean to destroy the village—if he did, he wouldn't get to enjoy his sweets later—the threat was enough to make even the bravest shinobi tremble.
The Kumogakure ninja around A froze, their eyes wide.
Is this man seriously about to start a war… over sweets? one of them thought weakly. If I survive this, maybe I should try one… just to see what's so special about it.
"Hmph! Hatake Yusuke, you're being ridiculous!" A snapped back. "So only you're allowed to buy those sweets and I'm not?! What kind of logic is that?!"
It was, after all, a local product of his own village—and he'd even planned to give them away as a goodwill gesture. And now he was being threatened over it.
"Oh?" Yusuke tilted his head thoughtfully. "Then… buy me another batch."
After a brief pause, he added, "We both love sweets, don't we? Maybe we're kindred spirits, you and I."
"Absolutely not!" A barked.
Yusuke sighed, the irritation in his voice fading into a deceptively calm tone. "Then sell them to me. I came here with good intentions, you know."
"No! Not for sale! Not for any price!" A stood his ground stubbornly.
The nearby shinobi could hardly believe what they were witnessing. Was this really their Raikage?
"Oh, really?" Yusuke said quietly, his expression flattening.
He crossed his arms. The air around him began to hum.
"Ninjutsu Formula: Lapse—Blue."
"Ninjutsu Formula: Reversal—Red."
Two colossal energy spheres—one azure, one crimson—formed behind him, twisting in violent opposition. The pull and push of their force warped the very air, a crushing pressure distorting the village skyline.
Then his tone deepened. "Hollow Technique—Purple."
The twin energies merged. A devastating violet sphere of power crackled into existence, the sheer pressure flattening rooftops and splitting the ground beneath them.
"STOP! FINE! I'LL SELL THEM TO YOU!" A roared, panic flashing across his face as cold sweat streamed down his neck.
His instincts screamed louder than reason—if that attack landed, everyone here would die.
But Yusuke had already loosed the technique.
The massive orb rose slowly into the air, its rotation howling like a tempest before dispersing harmlessly into the clouds above—though the oppressive pressure lingered, weighing down the entire village.
"Good," Yusuke said as he descended lightly, landing beside A. "Now… hand over the sweets."
"Fine," A said through clenched teeth. "But there's one condition. Heal my subordinates' injuries, and all of them are yours."
"Oh?" Yusuke's tone darkened again. "So you're using me now?"
The Raikage tensed immediately. "What do you mean by that?"
Yusuke's eyes gleamed dangerously. "Don't forget, weaklings who try to use someone stronger than them… usually pay the price."
"Tch…" A grit his teeth. He knew full well he was standing at the edge of a blade. But as Raikage, protecting his village came first—even if it meant risking his life.
"I didn't think you cared about trivial things like that," A said sharply.
"Of course I do," Yusuke replied, his tone turning oddly light again. "So let's make it worth my time, shall we? You'll need to offer extra compensation."
Silence fell.
A's jaw tightened. "Fine. What do you want?"
Yusuke smirked. "For three days, I want a three-month supply of Kikufuku. If any new flavors come out during that time, those count as separate."
"WHAT?!" A exploded, his roar echoing across the plaza.
It was outrageous. The demand wasn't impossible, but the audacity behind it made his blood boil.
"Can't do it?" Yusuke asked lazily. "Alright, then—two months and twenty-nine days. That's my final offer."
A nearly choked. You just subtracted ONE day!
"Come on, why the silence?" Yusuke said cheerfully, throwing an arm around the Raikage's shoulder. "Medical services from me don't come cheap, you know. Even Tsunade can't compare to my healing abilities. We shinobi should help each other, right?"
The sudden switch in his tone—from godlike wrath to casual friendliness—was enough to make every Kumogakure ninja stare blankly.
"Alright, alright," Yusuke sighed dramatically. "Fine, two months and twenty-eight days. I'll take the loss."
The entire crowd was speechless. Just moments ago, he was ready to annihilate the village, and now he was haggling over desserts.
But A said nothing.
Yusuke's smile vanished. His gaze turned razor-sharp. "Hey, A. Don't push your luck. I'm being generous here. Or…" His chakra flared again, twisting the air. "…do you actually want to start a war?"
Their eyes locked. The killing intent between them clashed like thunder—two titans of pure willpower staring each other down in silence.
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