They were practically starving to death over here.
While over there, they were decked out in gold and jewels.
There was no greater black comedy than this.
"So, what do you think Sunagakure's chances of winning this Shinobi World War are?"
Akira Sarutobi curled his lips in mockery.
With a bunch of upper-echelon trash like that, how could Sunagakure possibly prosper?
"Even if what you said is true, that's an internal matter for Sunagakure! It's not your place as an outsider to meddle!"
Maki's little face flushed red.
Clearly unable to find a suitable rebuttal, she could only firmly declare herself a loyal inheritor of the Will of Sand.
Akira Sarutobi was not surprised by Maki's reaction.
After all, in the original story, Pakura had been betrayed to her death by Rasa and Sunagakure's upper ranks.
Maki was exactly the sort of person who could tell Pakura to let go of her hatred, forgive them, say tomorrow would be better, that everyone was working hard, that her teacher should believe in them... yet never mention reform.
That approach bore an uncanny resemblance to someone else's. Everyone saw what happened later. That person did not fulfill his promise to Konan and Nagato to bring peace to Amegakure. On the contrary, Amegakure ultimately... became ruins.
Hilarious.
And in the official novel, Sunagakure likewise underwent no changes afterward.
The elder council was still the elder council, Maki was still a foot soldier, and Pakura probably, in the end, still died.
Next.
Akira Sarutobi said nothing and leisurely ate his dinner.
His astonishing appetite left Maki dumbfounded.
After the plates had been stacked into a tall pile, Akira Sarutobi elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth with silk.
Then, he took Maki up the elevator directly to a suite on the highest floor... at