Jiraiya watched Ōnoki's expression and felt that something was increasingly off. He wanted to speak up and stop him.
But before he could say anything, Senya held him back.
Jiraiya looked at Senya with a face full of confusion, his eyes utterly baffled.
No, Senya, why are you stopping me? That old man Ōnoki is obviously cooking up some scheme. Are you really just going to sit there and do nothing, letting him keep going?
Senya raised a hand and patted Jiraiya on the shoulder.
"Brother, relax. I can figure out what that old bastard Ōnoki is thinking with my toes. Just watch."
At Senya's signal, Jiraiya finally suppressed the agitation in his heart. With a sigh, he sat back down.
Ōnoki and Tingxiang returned to their seats. Fuzishou Tingxiang was already showing a trace of impatience.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don't waste time."
Ōnoki glanced at Senya and Jiraiya beside him.
Jiraiya seemed somewhat sullen, while Senya still sat there expressionlessly, as though he truly meant what he had said before: he was only responsible for ensuring that the commission proceeded smoothly.
In that case, would Senya refrain from interfering in anything that happened after the commission was over?
With that thought in mind, Ōnoki decided to gamble on turning a bicycle into a motorcycle. Gritting his teeth, he voiced his idea.
"Lady Tingxiang, Nadeshiko Village is not very large. Counting all the shinobi and ordinary people together, there should be fewer than ten thousand of you."
"You can't possibly make use of such a vast territory, can you?"
"How about renting part of it to me? Hidden Stone Village only needs half. The price is negotiable. What do you think?"
The moment Ōnoki finished speaking, Fuzishou Tingxiang flew into a rage and laughed