?Phone reading Boom… Debris flew everywhere at the entrance of the mountain cave, and the middle-aged man quickly used his arm to shield his head and face. From inside, a ragged figure emerged—no taller than 1.4 meters, with hair over half a meter long, tangled and matted from lack of washing, looking exactly like a wild monkey just come out of the deep mountains. The old man’s face was etched with deep wrinkles, resembling ancient tree bark, and within the deepest crease, two small, half-closed eyes could barely be seen. "Senior," the middle-aged man exclaimed excitedly. The old monkey glanced at him and said, "Who are you? What's your name?" The man replied, "Your Grace, I am Kaga Ichiro, your third-generation descendant. You've been in seclusion for over seventy years—back then, I had not even been born. Now, I serve as the acting head of the Kaga family. With you now stepping out, I shall follow your lead." "The elder monkey glanced at him again and sighed, expressing his disdain: 'You're truly unattractive. It's no wonder you've only managed to serve as a deputy stream master. How has our Jiahe family fared over the years? Have there been any significant breakthroughs?' Jiahe Ichiro bowed his head and replied, 'Since the war ended, the condition of the ninja clan has deteriorated significantly. Though our family has maintained its original standing through the efforts of several stream masters, we've only managed to preserve the status quo. In recent years, things have improved steadily—yet just as we've begun to gain momentum, Master Jiahe Ichiku passed away in the heart of the Chinese realm. Moreover, our previous campaigns targeting the Chinese people have severely strained our resources. To be honest, I've inherited a truly troubled situation!' With just a few concise remarks, he completely distanced himself from any blame. He was clearly a capable man, effectively setting an early warning for his elder ancestor, so that when he saw the current state of the family, he wouldn't be overwhelmed with anger." The old monkey growled, "You all are such lackluster performers! After all these decades, you've failed to elevate the Kaga school to its full potential. If I had known this, I never would have brought you into the world—what a waste of resources!" "No, no. In our ninjas' eyes, strength is everything—everything else is just incidental." He quickly insisted. "Good. Then lead the way," the old monkey grumbled. Deep into the night, at the most luxurious hotel in Kyoto, a figure leapt out from a high window and vanished into the night. Qin, the young prodigy, had just dispatched the Yamaguchi Group last night. Today, he would face the Kaga School, then move on to other schools—eventually eliminating all the top martial artists in the Sun Kingdom. In truth, he longed to sneak into the United States and steal a nuclear warhead, directly destroying the Sun Kingdom. However, it's reportedly not easy to ignite such a powerful weapon—requiring at least several dozen precise steps, with multiple password entries. A single mistake would render it inert. Thus, while stealing the warhead may be straightforward for Qin, activating it once obtained presents a major challenge. If he cannot ignite it, then even after successfully retrieving it, what would be the point? It is said that the Kaga School's headquarters lies hidden deep within a secluded mountain range, known only to its core members. Qin conducted a thorough review of various sources and had only a general understanding of his opponents' strongholds—yet that was sufficient. He had a strategy to naturally draw out the hidden group. He flew over the most suspicious areas, and simultaneously, both thermal imaging and infrared detection systems picked up signs of human activity below, substantial in number. With that, he didn't hesitate—dipping down toward the area with the most people, he descended to a certain altitude and then waved his arms, releasing several heavy bombs. The bombs fell freely, plummeting toward the ground. On the ground, a group of people stood upright, all bowing their heads, listening intently to the elder's scolding. From morning until now, the elder monkey had not stopped speaking, delivering a constant stream of scathing remarks—likely due to having been in seclusion for too long, and now, upon reemergence, he was excited and could not hold back his words. However, all of his comments were harsh and extremely unkind. A group of people have been standing since morning. If they simply stood there, no one would feel uncomfortable—each of them is a true ninja. Whether it's twelve hours or even three days and three nights, that wouldn't be an issue. The real challenge is enduring constant criticism, hearing those scathing remarks, until even they begin to feel they should die themselves. Seeing no response from the others, the old monkey raised his voice eight octaves higher: "You all are such failures—such soulless wretches! You're all the disgrace of the Kaga family. I can't understand how your parents felt comfortable bringing you into the world, or how you feel comfortable living. If I were in your shoes, I'd have already found a quiet corner and committed seppuku long ago. Honestly, you don't even deserve seppuku—that's truly a warrior's honor!" "Damn it, look at yourself, Hachisuka Ichizō, as the acting head of the stream! What kind of people are you trailing behind? You're worthy of being called Sun Nationals, worthy of being known as Hachisuka-style ninjas—what pride do you have? You're all...!" Wheeze... wheeze... An odd sound rises from the sky. Someone just lifts their head only to be sent reeling by the old monkey's words—"What are you looking at? Do you have the face to look?" Several bombs plummet rapidly, slicing through the air with a sharp crack.