Konoha.
Over the next few days.
Konoha experienced an unprecedented level of bustle.
The Tsuchikage, Mizukage, and Raikage arrived one after another, bringing the elites of their respective villages.
Kirigakure's convoy.
Mei Terumi lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the scene outside on the streets.
Her beautiful face was full of amazement.
"So this is Konoha."
"No wonder it has the other ninja villages struggling to breathe."
Chojuro sat obediently beside her, Hiramekarei strapped to his back.
"Lord Mizukage."
"The Genin here... they all look so strong."
Mei Terumi withdrew her gaze and chuckled softly.
Kirigakure had only just escaped the bloody mist rule of the Fourth Mizukage and was now in desperate need of rebuilding.
No money, no manpower.
Picking a fight with Konoha at a time like this would be nothing but a dead end.
"We came here this time to make friends."
"Senju Qianye is a powerful man."
"I'm looking forward to seeing what he's capable of."
The corners of Mei Terumi's vividly red lips curled upward slightly.
As long as they could establish cooperation with Konoha, Kirigakure could finally catch its breath.
Clinging to a powerful ally was nothing shameful.
Elsewhere.
A walked down the street, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
The memory of being pinned to the ground and beaten by Qianye a few years ago remained vivid in his mind.
Killer B followed beside him, still humming a strange rap.
"Foolish big brother, don't wear that dark face~ yo!"
"Konoha's barbecue tastes absolutely great~ yeah!"
A punched Killer B on the head.
"Shut up, B!"
He swept his gaze across the surroundings.
Konoha's prosperity was like a thorn stabbing into his eyes.
Kumogakure had paid six billion and even ceded its Chakra Ore mines.
Konoha was now feasting