White Zetsu's appearance caught Shamon by surprise.
The research team formed by the Alliance had naturally included Sunagakure ninjas, who had refined quite a few Puppet techniques through the process.
With the God Tree at its core, Sunagakure's Puppet techniques had reached heights nearly comparable to Otsutsuki Puppet techniques.
A trace of complexity flickered deep within Shamon's eyes.
White Zetsu was involved in managing the farm, while Konoha retained control over the Tailed Beast Farm.
That went against the plan Sunagakure had discussed internally—using Puppet techniques to manage the farm.
Having it all to themselves was no longer possible.
They needed to reach an agreement with Konoha as soon as possible. Otherwise, the other Hidden Villages would sooner or later use the Alliance's name as an excuse to come and forcibly claim a share.
Silence spread through the room. Feeling uneasy, Angui silently took a step back. He was only here to have a share of the benefits, not to watch immortals fight.
Naori, who had been secretly observing the shifting situation, narrowed her eyes slightly as a formidable glint rippled through them. Her gaze remained fixed on the bald man with furrowed brows.
"Sunagakure's Puppets can help manage it too."
"Puppets? Of course they can."
The easy words from Rikusei broke the room's silence, and many who had been holding their breath finally let out long sighs of relief.
"The Tailed Beast Farm's territory..."
"The entirety of Roran!"
Rikusei studied the map, nodded in satisfaction at the borders of the Country of Roran, and marked the densely packed regions where the Dragon Veins intersected.
"If that isn't enough, part of the Land of Wind's territory can be allocated as well."
"Lord Shamon, I appreciate the offer. I just hadn't expected this land of Roran to be so suitable for