Dividing the Territory, the Three Nations of Wind, Water, and Lightning Honestly Become Vassals!

Iwagakure's enormous conference hall was as cold as an ice cellar.

The grand redwood round table had been smashed so thoroughly it could not even be pieced back together. Several chipped stools lay scattered against the walls, still marked with the filthy footprints left by yesterday's farce.

In the center of the hall, the massive stone emblem symbolizing Iwagakure's authority had been forcibly chiseled with several shocking cracks, giving it an air of ruin.

Raikage A sat in a specially reinforced iron chair.

His bandaged right arm hung at his side. The smell of brown medicinal residue seeping through the bandages mixed with old sweat, making Kazekage Baki, seated closest to him, cover his nose.

A's dark face was so grim it seemed ready to drip water. Resentful fury flickered in his single eye, but the instant he looked up and met Yoru's indifferent red eyes, he wilted like an eggplant struck by frost.

"Cut the nonsense."

Uchiha Yoru sat in the seat of honor, holding a pair of nail clippers and leisurely trimming his nails.

The crisp snipping sounds echoed especially harshly through the deathly silent hall.

A few nail clippings bounced onto the documents. Yoru blew them away in disgust, then ran his fingertip over the parchment covered in unequal treaties with a faint scrape.

"Did you hear the terms I just laid out?"

Yoru raised his head. His scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan narrowed slightly, utterly devoid of human warmth.

"The Land of Lightning's gold mines, all of Hidden Mist Village's ports, and Hidden Sand Village's Gobi wasteland used to mine rare gold dust."

"From now on, all of it will fall under the administration of Iwagakure's General Affairs Ministry."

"What?!"

Mei Terumi, who had remained silent until then, slammed her hand on the table and rose to her