However, Torifu Akimichi had not gone to contend for that position simply because he did not want to. He truly was a kind-hearted and honest fat man, and he had never harbored any thoughts of fighting for power and profit.
Yet this did not mean he was foolish.
Just as the voice faded, Torifu Akimichi motioned for the trusted aide beside him to hand over a scroll.
"This is just a little sincerity, considered a bit of payback for you saving this old man's life."
Uchiha Gen reached out to take it, his fingertips tapping gently against the seal of the scroll.
The scroll unrolled in response, and a long list came into view.
Rare medicinal herbs, secret technique scrolls, ninja tool mineral veins, and even shares in several shops under the name of the Akimichi Clan, alongside two plots of prime real estate in the Konoha Central District.
The weight was not light, enough to make some minor clans turn green with envy.
"Could Senior Torifu have come here for those ration pills? Let's make it clear first, the formula will not be sold."
Uchiha Gen closed the scroll and looked at Torifu Akimichi.
The latter immediately said sincerely, "What this old man seeks is naturally those ration pills, but what I seek is not the formula, merely the ration pills themselves. If the ninja of our Akimichi Clan could have such ration pills to save lives after ingesting chili pills, then having the formula or not makes no difference.
"Therefore, we merely wish to buy some ration pills from you, Gen. If we can reach a cooperation, that would be even better."
These words were spoken with perfect measure, leaving no room for fault.
"This—"
Should he sell them?
He could sell them. However, the true core of