Konoha's security had remained at the highest level, even though some Anbu had been deployed to guard the God Tree.
This did not hinder the joint efforts of the Police Force and Anbu in the slightest. Byakugan and various sensory methods lay hidden in the shadows, personally witnessing those fools who posted notices and planted Explosive Tags, believing their schemes flawless.
The undercurrent that had yet to stir even a ripple was completely swept up.
Only some of them were sent to the Analysis Division; more were sent to the Interrogation Department.
A two-pronged approach.
If mind-reading could not pry open the deeply buried memories in their minds, then naturally, physical methods would be used.
"Why can't the gravel of the old era willingly roll into history's trash heap?"
Watching Inoritsu leave, Madara, once again alone in the quiet office, blinked wistfully.
"What Inoritsu mentioned—that they might take the same measures against other Hidden Villages—is a threat worth noting."
Hashirama suddenly raised an arm. The Anbu concealed in the shadows immediately appeared in the room. He gave them a slight nod, instructing them to notify the leaders of every village.
Their patterned masks flashed along with their figures, colors rippling through the room.
Hashirama steadily picked up the document from the desk and stared at the neatly arranged text above.
Quite a few merchants in the village had taken advantage of the celebration to secretly raise prices under the guise of discounts. Some were even worse, using so-called lunar specialties and God Tree essence to swindle visitors from across the Shinobi World.
Fortunately, the Commerce Department led by Toka had promptly imposed severe penalties on those shops and individuals in accordance with the Konoha Commercial Regulations.
As Konoha's territory and population continued to grow, he could not help but sigh