Setsuna watched from the side, completely stunned. Wait, what happened to all that indignation and backbone you had just now?
Obito looked at Setsuna's expression, as if he were questioning his entire life. He awkwardly scratched his head.
"Um... Governor Rasa said that if I handled this matter well, he would cover up the fake stamp I got during my internship at Sand Mechanics. He'd also give me a sinecure in Wind Province, the kind where I only collect a salary without doing any work... Hehe... I'd be part of the system too..."
"Elder Setsuna! Don't misunderstand! Look, I'm old enough now. With a stable job, Rin's family will definitely agree to let her marry me..."
"I would never insult the dignity of a member of my great Uchiha Clan! But... Governor Rasa has offered me these terms... For the continuation of the Uchiha bloodline and the growth of the clan... Ahem, well, he practically begged me, so let's go help him out..."
Faced with Governor Rasa's strategy of wielding both a big stick and a sweet carrot, Obito admitted that he was quite susceptible to it.
He even psychologically manipulated himself into accepting it.
Before he could recover from the excitement of obtaining a position in the system, his wristband vibrated again.
This time, it was an unfamiliar number, and he was somewhat puzzled.
Everyone present had exchanged contact information before splitting up. How could there still be a new number?
Could someone from the Empire have dialed the wrong number?
Obito's face fell. Since he considered not answering a call rude, he picked up and shouted rudely, "Who the hell is this?"
A coquettish voice soon came from the other end, instantly making Obito break out in a cold sweat.
"Obito! How dare you yell at me!"
Obito's