"Lord Chihisa. Read M."
The man seated in the special reception room of the Hokage Building set down the daily paper in his hand and looked at the masked ninja. "The Hokage wishes to see me?"
"The meeting will be held in the conference room. Please follow me."
The icy voice carried no emotion, but Chihisa found it fitting. Elite ninja who killed without hesitation ought to be like this.
Look at the wandering ninja in the Daimyo Mansion—at first, they had seemed respectable enough, but over time, they revealed their true colors and were corrupted by their luxurious lives.
Many of the laughable incidents in the city had been caused by them, and his father's lax management was directly to blame as well.
"Thank you."
After thanking the Anbu, Tianguang Chihisa surveyed the plain, unadorned conference room.
Several vigorous calligraphy works hung on the wooden walls.
"Clear Mirror, Still Water."
"Pure Heart, Deep Thought."
He gained another layer of insight into the cultivation and life of ninja.
Cultivating the heart.
The seamless table and chairs in the room inevitably made him think of the Hokage's Wood Release.
These furnishings were likely the Hokage's handiwork.
He moved toward the window and gazed out over Konoha, bathed in the glow of sunset.
The first thing that entered his view was the towering wooden plow in the southwest.
Sure enough, it matched what he had heard. This was farming equipment prepared for the Tailed Beasts.
Making incarnations of natural disasters cultivate fields for humans.
His initial assessment of the Hokage, whom he had yet to meet, rose another notch.
Based on the intelligence he had obtained beforehand, he adjusted his gaze toward the areas where the various ninja clans resided.
Hmm.
He could not distinguish where any of the ninja clans were