Mei Terumi looked at the economic alliance treaty by her feet, practically a "contract of servitude," then raised her head to look at the mountain of gold and shinobi gear.
Her heart, taut from days of hard fighting, gave a violent twitch.
Sign it, or not?
"Leader! You can't sign it!"
The one-eyed Kirigakure jonin beside her clutched his severed arm stump and jumped anxiously.
"If we sign this, won't Kirigakure become Iwagakure's money bag from now on?!"
Mei Terumi said nothing.
She merely crouched down slowly and picked up a brand-new Explosive Repeating Crossbow.
Its icy metal texture, its hefty weight, and its savage design brimming with violent aesthetics.
This thing was more than a hundred times better than the rusty junk in Kirigakure Anbu's hands.
"What kind of person is Iwagakure's Supreme Elder?"
Mei Terumi stroked the crossbow's cold trigger and suddenly asked Kisame a completely unrelated question.
Kisame carried Samehada over his shoulder, his shark-like face expressionless.
"A... monster."
After thinking for a long time, that was the only word he managed to squeeze out.
"A monster who can forcibly turn false reality into truth."
Mei Terumi froze for a moment, then shook her head with a bitter smile.
She understood.
Before absolute strength and overwhelming wealth, any struggle was laughable.
Besides, she had no choice now.
"I'll sign."
Mei Terumi rose to her feet, took out an ink pad from her robes, and pressed her fingerprint heavily onto the humiliating treaty.
She knew that from this moment onward, Kirigakure's sky would change.
With Iwagakure's unreasonable financial power and equipment capable of crushing opponents across an entire dimension behind them,
Kirigakure's coup went straight from hell difficulty to bot mode.
They swept through everything like rotten wood.
Yagura's loyalists, who had still been desperately resisting, collapsed on