But now, the deaths of Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura were like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, leaving them chilled to the bone.
They had truly been blinded by profit! How could they have forgotten what kind of person Saiki Yuu was?
Moody, brutal, merciless—the most terrifying God of Killing...
Saiki Yuu's name had been built upon countless mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.
Judging by Saiki Yuu's usual conduct, he was exceptionally clear when it came to rewards and punishments.
You could only take what was yours. If you took too much, Saiki Yuu would not hesitate to destroy you with the Black Blade Shusui.
How had Konoha developed so rapidly this time? Wasn't it because Saiki Yuu's overwhelming strength had allowed him to build the Tailed Beast Arena, turning Konoha into a land of gold everywhere?
It could be said that the wealth and benefits they had obtained now were only given to them because Saiki Yuu believed they had rendered meritorious service during the Third Shinobi World War.
But everything had its limits. If they crossed the line, the great clans had no doubt that the fate of Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura would be their own tomorrow.
Once they angered Saiki Yuu, they would lose their lives. What use would any amount of wealth be then?!
Thus, all the great clans were now somewhat apprehensive. Their upper echelons could no longer sleep, carefully reviewing their clans' contributions in this war and calculating whether the benefits they had gained had exceeded their limits.
The clans that felt they had gone over the limit broke out in cold sweat, staring at the wealth in their hands with terror-filled eyes.
In their eyes at that moment, how could this still be astonishing wealth? It