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After being thoroughly attended to by Uchiha Mikoto, Shiraishi Yoshijo finally heard why she had come.

"Sasuke?"

Shiraishi Yoshijo was quite surprised. "What does he want to discuss with me?"

"I don't know either."

Shiraishi Yoshijo frowned and thought for a while, then had someone bring Sasuke in. With a light wave of his hand, the women on the floor hurriedly got up and cleaned the messy living room.

By the time Sasuke arrived, the living room had already been restored to order.

"Your mother said you had something to discuss with me?"

"Yes. Many troops equipped with firearms have appeared in the Shinobi World. They're the ones stirring up wars everywhere. You should know what's going on."

Shiraishi Yoshijo curled his lip and looked at Sasuke as if he were an idiot.

Of course I know, but can I tell a Konoha ninja like you?

Did Naruto's talk-no-jutsu infect this guy with Naruto's stupidity?

Has his brain stopped working too?

"Listen, Sasuke. Never mind that this is classified national information—given that you're a Konoha ninja, do you really think I can tell you?"

"Peach Country is the main party responsible for the United Nations investigation team, and I'm Konoha's representative. Why can't you tell me? Or have you done something shady and are afraid of me finding out?"

"Heh, Sasuke. Peach Country only sells weapons. Where those weapons end up has nothing to do with Peach Country. Besides, many countries buy weapons from Peach Country—not just the Five Great Nations, but plenty of smaller countries as well. Instead of coming here to question me, why don't you investigate them?"

"The root of the problem lies with Peach Country, so naturally I came to ask you. If you could control where the weapons went—no, Peach Country should ban weapon sales