The Daimyo of the Land of Wind Who Seeks His Own Death

"You mean Pakura, the Scorch Release user who competed with Rasa for the position of Fourth Kazekage, came back alive and killed those old fools?"

The Wind Daimyo frowned, dredging up details about Pakura from distant memories.

"So what do you want me to do? Use my authority as daimyo to deny her appointment?"

The ninja who had come to deliver the message knelt on the ground, lowering his head respectfully. "My lord, that would not be enough. A rejection cannot stop her from becoming Kazekage."

"Even if you reject it, Chiyo will forcibly push her into the position of Kazekage. Ever since you cut Sunagakure's funding, they have already grown alienated from you."

"Hmph. Those useless fools produce nothing, yet they still have the nerve to take so much money from me every year. They have neither loyalty nor ability. I might as well cultivate my own subordinates. Even if they lack top-tier experts, at least they will be loyal enough!"

The daimyo gritted his teeth, the cold gleam in his eyes like sharp blades stabbing viciously at the kneeling ninja before him.

"Please dispatch the daimyo's ninja forces to join us in ambushing and killing Pakura. Afterward, the new Kazekage will surely pledge true loyalty to you," the ninja said earnestly, pressing his forehead to the floor.

The Wind Daimyo rose to his feet, his shadow stretching long across the hall. He paced back and forth repeatedly, weighing the pros and cons in his heart. At last, he made up his mind and said, "Speak. What is your exact plan?"

A trace of delight flashed through the ninja's eyes. He hurriedly laid out the entire plan without holding anything back.

After a brief consideration, the Wind Daimyo tapped his fingers incessantly against the table, then said to the