So He Really Was Three Stories Tall?

"Easy to say. But Aoi Rokushō accepted Amegakure's protection with my approval. It will not be so simple to make me rescind that order." Hanzo slowly rose from his seat, the Chain Scythe in his hand. His towering build, paired with the breathing mask on his face, gave him an especially imposing presence. "Then, Senior Hanzo, what do you want us to do?" "Very simple." Hanzo swung the scythe in his hand. "There are three of you. As long as you can take three strikes from me, that will suffice.