"Enough!"
The Daimyo of the Land of Wind slammed the table and rose to his feet, glaring at Tobirama, who remained calm. "We went to war for the people of our country, who have always suffered from the sandstorms."
"Do you believe that?"
Tobirama set the documents on the table and mimicked the tone of the previous Daimyo of the Land of Fire as he retorted.
"You!"
The Daimyo of the Land of Wind flushed with anger, the words catching in his throat and rumbling there.
Tobirama didn't spare him a glance. He lowered his head to leaf through the documents and said, "Don't spout such high-minded nonsense here. I'd rather not have it sully my ears."
"In the past twenty years, the Land of Wind and the Land of Earth have each waged a total of five large-scale wars against the Land of Bears, the Land of Birds, and the Land of Rain. That doesn't even include the countless minor conflicts."
"Additionally, the Land of Lightning and the Land of Earth have each launched numerous wars against the Land of Waterfalls and the Land of Iron."
"The Land of Water covets the mainland. On average, every five years it starts an all-out war against the Land of Whirlpools and the Land of Waves."
"As for the Land of Fire, it has fought countless wars over its fertile land and the great nations around it. Those wars may have been just at first, but once the fighting reached enemy territory, they left behind a great many atrocities."
Tobirama's voice rang through the spacious auction hall as he listed the nations' war crimes. The astonishing frequency of the wars left the leaders of the various villages stunned.
Until now, they had all been too busy with wars between clans to pay