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It was passed continuously among the group.
The enormous figures listed after the orders from various workshops represented a year of effort from the White Zetsu, and Rikusei could already see their attempts to integrate into human society.
But the White Zetsu's talent for causing trouble was just as extraordinary as their ability to work.
As Rikusei moved aside the wooden board standing in the room, piles of papers stamped with the official seals of the Police Force and the Commerce Bureau appeared before everyone.
"A company isn't merely a tool for taking commissions. We also bear responsibility for educating the White Zetsu." Rikusei composed himself, unable to bear looking at the various fines. He turned his face aside and looked gravely at Afei. "As Captain-General, you need to take responsibility for this."
"Me?"
Afei fell into doubt, his gaze wandering around the room, only to find Rikusei, Naori, and Mao all looking at him.
There was no way to refute them.
It seemed he could only sacrifice his drinking time.
"Afei."
"Here!"
"The company's operations are restricted to Konoha's central district. No matter how generous the terms offered by other countries are, don't agree to them."
Afei understood what Rikusei meant.
Even an ordinary White Zetsu was an inexhaustible treasure to ordinary shinobi. A body containing Hashirama Cells had far too many practical applications.
"The White Zetsu have always followed the Five Zetsu, One Squad rule. They will absolutely never leave the team alone."
Afei's response caused the solemn atmosphere to pause slightly.
"I have a question!" Mao seized the opportunity to raise her hand. "When did the experiment begin?"
"Hmm?"
"If you need an exact time, it began when the Eight-Tails was sealed."
After glancing at Rikusei, Naori, who sat upright, lightly nodded