Uchiha Makoto: How Could a Man Born Between Heaven and Earth...

Remain stuck beneath others for so long!

The man explained to Shimura Danzō what he meant by going all-in.

After listening to the explanation, Shimura Danzō understood what "all-in" meant, then repeated what the man had said earlier: "All-in is a kind of wisdom?"

He carefully savored and pondered the words.

Although Danzo still couldn't fully understand what they meant,

he inexplicably felt that they were damn well said!

"Young man, if you have a great goal, you need to work toward it countless times, but opportunities will only appear once or twice among them!"

"Seize the opportunity and go all-in once. You're still young, so even if you lose, it's no big deal. At worst, you can start over!"

"Go big, and leave early!"

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Everyone chimed in noisily.

These were typical inspirational quotes!

In reality, they were just pyramid-scheme pitches.

The speculators in the room could spout things like this without even thinking.

They were just bragging, after all!

What was there to fear from bragging?

If someone actually believed them and really made a fortune, they could use the incident as a story to tell later and might even gain some unexpected benefits.

If someone lost everything, it wasn't their money anyway!

Losing money like that was their own damn fault!

"Brother, well said!"

"Young people should charge forward without hesitation. If you aren't spirited when you're young, can you even call yourself young?"

"Exactly, exactly."

Several people spoke with great enthusiasm.

The atmosphere in the room quickly grew heated. For a while, the place was filled with a happy, lively air. Everyone had made money now!

Humans were social animals in the truest sense. Not only did they enjoy belonging to a group, they could only live independently within society. Surrounded by this atmosphere, Shimura Danzō was quickly infected by the people in the room. Listening to their rousing slogans, his feverish mind couldn't help but begin to fantasize.

"Three hundred thousand ryō was so easy to earn in just one night."

"If it were ten million, that would be three million ryō. If it were a hundred million, wouldn't that be thirty million ryō?"

"Making money is as easy as breathing!"

A wave of regret surged through Danzo. Thirty million ryō—that was thirty million ryō! If he continued doing missions honestly as he had before, he might not be able to earn that much even in ten years!

But this was only Danzo's fantasy. He couldn't possibly be insane enough to throw all that money into something unfamiliar on his first attempt. Besides, it wasn't even his money. It belonged to his clan and the village. If he made money, everyone would be happy, but if he lost it, he certainly wouldn't get off lightly!

Thinking this, Danzo shook his head, trying to fling those messy thoughts out of his mind. But the idea of increasing his stake and going all-in had already taken root in his heart.

The happy time spent bragging always passed in the blink of an eye.

It was almost noon.

Although Shimura Danzō wanted to stay longer, he had no choice but to leave, because it was almost time to meet up with Hiruzen Sarutobi.

However,

Danzo still didn't intend to tell Hiruzen Sarutobi that he had made three hundred thousand ryō through the Tulip business.

"I'll work hard in secret and make money, then amaze everyone!"

"Let Hiruzen Sarutobi regret it all by himself!"

At this thought, the corners of Danzo's mouth lifted. He even couldn't help humming softly as he walked briskly to the meeting place he had arranged with Hiruzen Sarutobi.

"Danzo, how did your mission go this morning?"

As soon as they met,

Hiruzen Sarutobi asked Shimura Danzō about the progress of his purchasing mission that morning. But Danzo had spent the entire morning drinking tea and bragging at the Tulip trading market. Just like yesterday, he brushed Hiruzen Sarutobi off: "Uh, same as usual. I ran into a bunch of unscrupulous merchants. But it's fine. That's unavoidable!"

"Is that so?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi was slightly taken aback. Danzo standing before him was full of energy and beaming with delight, completely unlike someone who had returned empty-handed.

He hadn't closed a single deal, yet he was this happy. How strange!

"Hiruzen, why are you looking at me like that? Come on, let's go eat!"

"I've been exhausted after working all morning. I'm treating today."

"Danzo, you should've said so earlier! Let's go, let's go!"

Shimura Danzō didn't want to waste time entangling with Hiruzen Sarutobi. He immediately brought out his secret weapon: treating him to a meal. As expected, the effect was remarkable!

At that moment,

inside the Imperial Palace of the Land of Fire,

"Makoto, you finally arrived. Look at this letter. What should we do?"

The Feudal Lord of the Land of Fire sat on the sofa and handed the letter to Uchiha Makoto, who had hurried over overnight. Something like this definitely couldn't be discussed with Uchiha Makoto by letter. The two of them had to discuss it face-to-face.

"Your Highness, don't panic yet."

"Let me look over the contents of this letter first."

Uchiha Makoto read through the letter in his hand. In fact, the contents of Tobirama Senju's letter had already been recounted in the letter from the Feudal Lord ordering him to hurry to the Capital of the Land of Fire.

However, too much of it consisted of things the Feudal Lord had imagined himself.

Who knew how much incorrect information the Feudal Lord had given him?

After reading the letter,

Uchiha Makoto had a general understanding of the current situation. At present, the Konoha plotline was no different from the original, except that because of the Hashirama Senju Threat Theory he had promoted, Konoha had yet to begin cooperating with the Feudal Lord.

This was extremely advantageous for Uchiha Makoto.

The later the Feudal Lord began cooperating with Konoha, the more slowly Konoha would develop.

As for the letter's claim that Hashirama Senju intended to come personally to negotiate with the Feudal Lord, that probably meant Hashirama Senju would personally carry gifts to visit him and request that he cooperate with Konoha. If the Feudal Lord refused, Hashirama Senju might even kneel and kowtow to him to achieve his goal.

No need to rush!

The letter could be set aside for now. Konoha could be left hanging a little longer.

Let the bullet fly a little longer!

Moreover, regarding the negotiations between the Feudal Lord and Konoha, he had to find a way to participate as well. He needed to do everything possible to keep the Feudal Lord suspicious of Hashirama Senju.

As Uchiha Makoto was thinking this, the Feudal Lord's voice reached his ears.

"Makoto, as the Daimyo, I don't want to meet a ninja as extremely dangerous as Hashirama Senju."

"So, why don't you go deal with Hashirama Senju?"

The Daimyo spoke like this.

After all, he didn't want to meet Hashirama Senju.

What if, during their conversation,

Hashirama Senju smashed the cup in his hand onto the floor?

The Daimyo should never place himself beneath a collapsing wall!

"Me?"

"Cough, cough, cough."

Uchiha Makoto listened to the voice beside him.

He couldn't help coughing, his eyes fixed on the Daimyo.

You old bastard! If I really had the ability to deal with Hashirama Senju, believe me, the first thing I'd do would be deal with you, then drape your clothes over myself. A man born between heaven and earth should never remain stuck beneath others for so long!