"Yes, leave it to you, Toji."
Tobirama glanced at him without saying anything.
Toji's mouth twitched.
He felt like Benbo'erba from Journey to the West—the whole thing seemed absurd... The five hearts in his body all began beating faster from the sudden shock.
Being appointed by Hashirama Senju to draw up the Tailed Beast sales plan with full authority was beyond his expectations.
What did that amount to?
It was like Hashirama personally handing him the file that would carve up the entire Shinobi World.
The distribution of the Tailed Beasts concerned the future balance of power in the Shinobi World.
Toji suddenly recalled a saying—
[Cracking down on crime requires evidence, counterterrorism requires a list, and suppressing rebellion only requires coordinates.]
The Akatsuki that Nagato would establish in the future was like a crime task force, painstakingly collecting all nine Tailed Beasts bit by bit from the major hidden villages.
But compared to the immature Nagato, Hashirama Senju was on an entirely different level. If he wanted to gather the Tailed Beasts, he had no need to recruit rogue ninja, infiltrate and investigate, or steal and seize them under pressure from the Five Great Nations like Nagato did.
Behind Hashirama Senju stood Konoha's entire intelligence network.
The Tailed Beasts were currently ownerless. The strong took them, and first come, first served. Intelligence master Tobirama would provide the information; once they had accurate coordinates, with Hashirama's strength, he could clear all nine Tailed Beast instances in a single night.
This overwhelming feeling of being able to ignore every obstacle and forcibly seize Tailed Beasts as long as he had coordinates...
Toji found it immensely satisfying.
"I understand." Toji forcibly calmed himself. "Leave this to me."
"Mm."
"This matter isn't urgent, but it isn't not urgent either. We'll begin after the