Hiruzen Sarutobi's mind was full of questions, but he saw that Danzo was still frozen in place.
"Cough, cough."
"Danzo, don't worry about the technical issues for now. We're currently at war with the Suna Ninjas, and even if we had the technology, we couldn't start production right away."
"Finished products are more practical. Let's buy those first." Hiruzen spoke up to ease Danzo's embarrassment.
Danzo stared at the math problem before him, cold sweat covering his body.
It took considerable effort to move the problem aside. Those characters were practically demonic.
It looked like he would have to train people with mathematical skills in the Root Division. Otherwise, even if they got their hands on the technology, they wouldn't be able to understand it.
"It's only math. It's not beyond me, Danzo. I was just looking at all the supplies here and thinking about the troops at the front. It made me feel a little guilty."
"Lord Danzo, you really do care about the troops at the front. Please pull back all the tarps and take a good look at our supplies," Uzumaki Shori said.
As the tarps came down one by one, they revealed ten vehicles loaded with rocket launchers and twenty more packed to the brim with supplies, weapons, food, clothes, and medicine.
Hiruzen's smile gradually widened. If he had to gather that many supplies himself, it would take at least half a month to a month.
The Suna Ninjas might also cause trouble inside the Land of Fire, slowing down the collection of supplies.
The fighting at the front was growing in scale, and the supplies on the convoy before him—
If they could secure them and send them to the front immediately, they could surely reduce the number of casualties considerably.
Danzo, however, furrowed his