The laughter in the secret chamber gradually subsided. Amid the lingering cheer, Rikusei braced himself against the wooden frame beside him and sat up, leaning against the sealed ninja tool as he looked levelly at the white-haired man before him. "Have you decided who will host this auction?"
A trace of surprise appeared in Tobirama's eyes. The choice of candidate really is of utmost importance.
First, the person needed considerable prestige within the village. Many people met that requirement; at present, the heads of every ninja clan were qualified.
But this auction was completely different from an ordinary auction of treasures, because it concerned the future direction of the Shinobi World. There could not be the slightest mistake in the choice of host. The candidate could only be chosen from the village's innermost circle.
The range had already narrowed to a mere handful. The auctioneer needed an aura strong enough to suppress the leaders of the other hidden villages. They were all formidable figures who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Shikahira, Sasuke, and Ashina were all qualified, though they were slightly lacking in strength.
Elder Brother definitely would not do. If he stood onstage and saw those eager gazes below, his heart would likely soften. Who knew what wire in his head might get crossed—he might bring down the hammer and simply give away a Tailed Beast.
As for putting Madara onstage, the heated auction would probably cool down in an instant. He would scare them so badly that they would not dare bid, causing the village to lose a huge sum for nothing.
No matter how Tobirama considered it, he felt that no one but himself could fill the role. It was practically tailor-made for him.
"As for the candidate, let Teacher take the