Land of Fire.
Daimyo Manor.
"Useless!"
"Useless!"
The portly daimyo had rarely been this furious.
The aides kneeling below trembled uncontrollably.
After causing the daimyo such a humiliating loss of face, he was probably going to be sent home to farm.
"Do you know what the Land of Lightning's envoys said about our Land of Fire?"
The daimyo launched into a furious tirade at his aides. "We can't even serve a decent meal!"
"The Feudal Lord of the Land of Rice Fields treated them to food twice as good as this!"
"What a disgrace! You trash have utterly disgraced the Land of Fire!"
"This is the cuisine you managed to replicate?"
"Even pigs wouldn't eat it!"
The daimyo kicked an aide to the ground.
The aide's head slammed hard against the floor, splitting his forehead open.
Yet he could only wipe away the blood as he defended himself. "Please forgive us, my lord. We supplemented and improved the recipes according to the secret formulas Konoha sent us."
"The food we made certainly cannot compare to the original flavor, but the restaurants throughout the Land of Fire are doing fairly well!"
"Fairly well, my ass!"
The daimyo flew into a rage. "What the hell do you know? We spent so much on promotion and poured in so much manpower and resources."
"With profits at this level, we're operating at a loss, understand?"
"People in the Land of Rice Fields are laughing at our Land of Fire now. They say we can't even imitate things properly—if you want good food in the Land of Fire, you have to go to Konoha's Uchiha. Everywhere else serves counterfeit goods!"
Many envoys from other countries had attended this banquet to discuss trade matters.
Yet the delicacies the Land of Fire's daimyo had confidently presented were