The initial talks could be called extremely smooth and successful, and Lord Torifu's impression of the Land of Whirlpools improved quite a bit as well.
But he still had not seen a single old acquaintance, and that left him feeling somewhat irritated.
"Those old princes—are they all hiding at home, too afraid to come out?"
Beside him, Tomohiro said weakly, "Could it be that your presence is too overwhelming, so they don't dare show up under these circumstances at all? Otherwise, they might get scolded after just a few words."
Torifu rolled his eyes at Tomohiro. "Am I that primitive? Everything has to be reasonable. Back then, those princes fought until their heads were bleeding, and people even died, yet in the end every single one of them turned out useless."
"Just thinking about it makes me angry. If I had been Lord Ashina back then, I might have whipped these people! Whipped them until they no longer dared to slaughter their own kin!"
Tomohiro could never do something like that. That was also why he believed he was unsuited to be a leader.
But Tomohiro absolutely believed Torifu was capable of doing such things.
The daimyo listened from the side, not daring to chime in on such words.
Whether it was his father or his grandfather, neither was someone he could casually discuss.
Only someone like Lord Torifu could ignore any rule and speak however he pleased.
One had to know that even after he became daimyo, there were still many things he had to take into consideration.
"Lord Torifu, your lodgings have been arranged. Inside the shinobi village, we also imitated Konoha and built an apartment used to receive honored guests from Konoha. It is fully equipped with all kinds of electrical appliances. I hope you will be