The Third Prince was clearly extremely excited. He had waited far too long for this day.
The more Yue looked at the Land of Whirlpools in its current state of decline, the more he hated himself.
Why was he so incapable? Forget developing the country—even preserving what they already had was difficult.
It was also his fault for caring too much about brotherly bonds, never expecting that some brothers simply did not care about such things.
They only cared about their own interests and how to pull him down from his position.
"Your little patch of land in the Land of Whirlpools is certainly lively. I'm starting to wonder whether this world simply hates you and is determined to see your country perish."
Had anyone else said that, the Third Prince might have dismissed it with disdain. But hearing it from Torikaze, a Six Paths Level shinobi, gave him a few doubts of his own.
"Could that really be it? Is the Shinobi World truly hostile toward the Land of Whirlpools?"
Torikaze waved a hand. "I was just saying it casually. Don't take it to heart."
"Your son has worked hard for so long. He is certainly going to make the Land of Whirlpools better."
"Besides, so what if the Shinobi World rejects the Land of Whirlpools? As long as I don't reject it, isn't that enough?"
The Third Prince was somewhat stunned by those words. From Torikaze's tone, he could hear his appreciation for Ran.
"Your son has a good head on his shoulders. He is far more capable than you. Having a son like him, you should be burning incense in gratitude."
The Third Prince scratched his head, unsure how to respond.
Just then, Chisato, Ran, and the others entered the administrative hall and dispelled the Presence Concealment