After the airship drawn by Chomei, the Seven-Tails, flew from Rōran toward Konoha, Rikusei officially assumed the role of the one in charge.
The core powers controlling Rōran Farm were Sunagakure and Konoha.
By temporarily handing authority over to Rikusei, Shamon was also indirectly demonstrating his loyalty to the alliance.
Rikusei did not need to personally direct the farm's affairs, large or small. Every procedure had already been arranged.
Shamon made the rules; Rikusei followed them.
After seeing Shamon off, Rikusei glanced at the enthusiastic Ebizo beside him. Most of the ninjas on the farm were in the same state, while the rest were too exhausted to stir up any trouble.
Their blazing enthusiasm ignited every corner of the farm. Together with the tailed beasts, they tended the sprouting crops and God Tree crops in perfect order.
The wind pressed across ten thousand miles of fields, making every ear of grain bow low. Waves of verdant grain surged toward him like mountains and seas. Filled with the joy of harvest, Rikusei promptly beat Ebizo, who wanted to fight, flat to the ground, completely crushing the confidence he had as the Sage's younger brother.
Combat and puppet control did not suit you. Why not try intelligence work instead?
And so.
Ebizo became the Sand Shinobi Daily's special correspondent stationed in Rōran.
A cause for celebration.
Rikusei completed Shamon's request with ease.
Now that there was no war in the Shinobi World, spies and undercover agents naturally no longer existed. They quietly put on the guise of reporters instead.
With their professional qualifications, working in this field seemed like a waste of talent.
The aerial train Shamon rode was far from alone. Rōran's airspace had long since become bustling, with large numbers of ninjas seeking alliance points arriving batch after batch as