Probing!

Uchiha Nan's expression darkened. He had already lowered the amount three times in a row, yet the Daimyo still refused to show him any respect?

Did he really think that just because he had money, Uchiha Nan would not dare lay a hand on him?

The Daimyo's cheek twitched. Sensing Uchiha Nan's displeasure, no matter how dissatisfied he was inside, he could only compromise once more.

After all, Uchiha Nan's fists were bigger.

These damn ninjas!

The Daimyo cursed inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged. In an instant, he returned to his usual uninhibited demeanor and said, "Since the Hokage has spoken, I'll take a step back as well. This time, the budget will be 32 billion ryo."

"Hahaha, how forthright!"

"As expected of the wise Daimyo of the Land of Fire!"

"In the future, you will surely lead the Land of Fire beyond its former glory!"

"..."

Uchiha Nan instantly put on a Sichuan opera face-changing performance for the Daimyo, spouting all manner of flattering words as though they cost nothing.

Now that the client was throwing money around, what was wrong with saying a few auspicious compliments?

As long as the funding was sufficient, Uchiha Nan could even perform a crosstalk routine to praise the Daimyo.

What a conscientious contractor, wasn't he?

The gains from this trip had already exceeded Uchiha Nan's expectations. Getting an extra billion ryo from these rotten vermin could greatly accelerate the restoration of the clan's strength.

There were also ten precious Lottery chances!

And, of course, a pair of twins... uh... well... that could be crossed off for now.

"You flatter me, you flatter me!"

The Daimyo stared wide-eyed at Uchiha Nan. This Uchiha before him was vastly different from the Uchiha in his impression.

Proud, aloof, cold, arrogant—these words all suited the Uchiha. Of course, they were not wrong when applied to Uchiha Nan either, but one more word could be added.

Put nicely, he was informal and unconstrained. Put bluntly, he was shameless.

In the past, such flattering words would never have come from the mouths of the two Senju brothers, yet Uchiha Nan could say them without changing expression.

It would have been one thing if it were those scheming ministers, but now even the Hokage had learned this sort of thing.

This was truly...

A little dangerous.

The Daimyo looked at Uchiha Nan, his face taking on an inscrutable expression.

"The Hokage praises me too highly."

"I have another presumptuous request. I hope the Hokage can agree to it."

"Master Xuankong, the eminent monk of the Fire Temple, has long wished to experience Konoha's Ninjutsu, but he has never had the opportunity. Would you be willing to grant him that chance?"

Konoha was not the only armed force sponsored by the Daimyo of the Land of Fire. It was simply the one that received the largest share.

The Fire Temple had been prosperous with incense offerings year-round. In terms of accumulating wealth, its funds probably did not fall too far short of Konoha's.

In the bizarre world of Naruto, there was no shortage of evil spirits, monsters, and similar things. When ignorant commoners encountered trouble, apart from burning incense and worshipping Buddha, they likely had no other options.

Bit by bit, small amounts became large. Over the years, that was no small source of income, not to mention the great nobles who occasionally visited temples to seek blessings.

The temples in Naruto were not merely filled with monks who could only burn incense and worship Buddha. The talismans they handed out, such as safety charms, were probably genuinely effective.

What an endless source of wealth!

In his previous life, the Rabbits had frequently cracked down on such wealth-hoarding temples in ancient times, even launching campaigns to destroy Buddhism, all to slaughter a batch of wealthy households and fill the national treasury.

Hm?

Was this meant to test him?

Uchiha Nan's expression remained unchanged. He could understand some of the Daimyo's thoughts. It was too dangerous for the Land of Fire to have only one armed force. If the other side was strong enough, there was no harm in supporting another one.

At worst, it would just cost a little more money. The common people could suffer a bit more, couldn't they?

"No problem. I've long heard that the eminent monks of the Fire Temple cultivate a special power known as the Talent of the Immortal Clan."

"I'd like to experience it for myself as well."

Uchiha Nan smiled, paying no heed whatsoever to the Daimyo's test.

"Hahaha, then it's settled!"

The Daimyo wrapped his arm around the young girl from earlier again and returned to his seat, focusing wholeheartedly on eating and drinking, turning all his frustration from being extorted into appetite.

One meal had cost him an extra billion ryo.

This meal was truly expensive!

Seeing that the Daimyo was focused on eating and drinking, Uchiha Nan also began to feast. Earlier, he had been drinking with the Daimyo and had barely had the chance to properly sample the delicacies on the table.

After the banquet ended, the plump attendant led Uchiha Nan back to his room, naturally not forgetting to bring Fu and Rin along.

The moment Uchiha Nan opened his mouth, the two sisters had already been marked as his.

Naturally, Uchiha Nan had an incomparably wonderful night.

Very satisfying!

The next day.

Uchiha Nan climbed out of bed in a daze. He did not remember how long he had been busy the previous night; he only knew he was exhausted.

When Fu and Rin saw that Uchiha Nan was awake, they habitually helped him dress and wash up.

Their parents had died early. Only because they were pretty and had the selling point of being twins had they been adopted by the Daimyo into the palace, where they were carefully trained for the day they might be used to entertain powerful nobles.

For example, being given to the Daimyo of some country.

Now that they had been given to Uchiha Nan, there was nothing they could not accept. Hunger had long since taught them to prepare themselves mentally.

Uchiha Nan simply stood there without moving, and the sisters got him properly sorted out, even serving him breakfast along the way.

This rotten feudal society really did erode a person's will!

Uchiha Nan even felt that his first half of life as a ninja had been wasted. Every day, he had licked blood from the edge of a blade, diligently improving his professional skills so he could chop people. Now, he had finally made it through.

"You two can follow me from now on!"

Uchiha Nan looked at the sisters and spoke seriously.

He had already done it, so Uchiha Nan would not shirk the responsibility he should bear. It was only two more mouths and two more pairs of chopsticks at home.

Uchiha Nan could afford to support them!

The little Fu and Rin nodded, very satisfied with Uchiha Nan's arrangement.

They had originally been somewhat afraid that Uchiha Nan would be a bastard, play every kind of trick on them, and then simply leave. If that happened, the two of them would have had a hard time.

Uchiha Nan closed the door behind him. The plump attendant had long been waiting outside.

"Let's go. Take me to see the Daimyo!"

Before long, Uchiha Nan was brought to a training ground, where the Daimyo was chatting merrily with a bare-chested monk.

From afar, Uchiha Nan had thought he was seeing Fa Hai. Both were bald, and both had tattoos on their bodies.

"Hokage, did you sleep well last night?"

The Daimyo wore a smile, but Uchiha Nan somehow felt that it was rather lecherous.

"Not bad! Your beds are big and soft—better than the ones at my home!"

"Hahaha, if the Hokage likes it, I can give you the finest bed!"

"."

After exchanging some meaningless pleasantries with the Daimyo, Uchiha Nan finally got to the point.

"This is the eminent Master Xuankong of the Fire Temple."

"Hello!"

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