Outdated Ninja

The Daimyos could naturally think of what Black Zetsu had thought of as well.

Just as Shiraishi Yoshijo thought these people were about to tear into him, he was astonished to find the scene completely silent.

There were only strange exchanges of glances; not a single person spoke.

The Daimyos now deeply regretted coming to Peach Country. If this man truly harbored ill intentions, speaking up to accuse Shiraishi Yoshijo might give him an excuse to make a move. Every one of them was furious but dared not say a word.

The atmosphere was exceedingly strange.

Shiraishi Yoshijo was thoroughly baffled. He had already prepared an explanation for the origins of the weapons in Zetsu's hands, yet no one asked. He couldn't exactly bring it up himself, could he? Wouldn't that be like protesting his innocence too loudly?

He coughed loudly, and the new young Daimyo of the Land of Woods seated in the back tactfully asked, "Those weapons seem to be unique to Peach Country, don't they?"

Nice!

Shiraishi Yoshijo put on a thoughtful expression. After pondering for a long while, he said hesitantly, "Three years ago, Peach Country lost a batch of weapons. At the time, I notified every nation and called for a joint investigation, but it ultimately went nowhere. I never expected those weapons to end up in Madara's hands. Though it isn't surprising—the intelligence reports said Madara could pull people or objects into a space-time dimension. Fortunately, not much ammunition was lost. Those Zetsu should already be out of ammo."

Upon hearing that explanation, nearly everyone looked unconvinced. And for some reason, they all felt that the young Daimyo of the Land of Woods resembled Shiraishi Yoshijo somewhat...

Some of the more observant Daimyos began examining the young Daimyos. Once they looked closely, they discovered