A huge hole appeared in the conference room wall, and Jiraiya flew out like a ball. Tsunade had finally snapped and made her move—at least, that was how Ronglin saw it.
The moment the others saw Tsunade lose her temper, they immediately made themselves scarce.
Very soon, only Ronglin, Tsunade, and Uchiha Diqin remained in the conference room.
"Aren't you afraid the other villages will break the rules too and start grabbing territory everywhere?"
"Grab?"
Ronglin laughed heartily, raised a finger, and shook it. Clicking his tongue, he said, "You underestimate me too much, Tsunade. Do you think the other villages can out-grab us?"
"Which village has the most ninjas?"
"Konoha," Tsunade answered honestly.
"Which country has the most small nations around it?"
"The Land of Fire."
Ronglin clapped his hands with a smile. "Exactly. We have the largest numbers, we're still the strongest, and we have the most small countries surrounding us. If it comes down to grabbing territory, do you really think we won't come out ahead? Don't worry. They won't do it. Not only will they refrain from it, they'll turn around and slap themselves in the face by encouraging those smaller countries not to give us any chance to gain territory."
If Konoha really made a move, the other great nations would have no choice but to adopt such measures.
But doing so would be tantamount to slapping themselves in the face. They had just thrown others into chaos, yet now they would turn around and hypocritically encourage and support them. If that was not a slap in the face, what was?
Ronglin could already foresee plenty of people getting their faces slapped with loud smacks when the time came.
"Fine, you win."
Tsunade immediately raised her hands in surrender. Just as before, Ronglin would plan