The council hall fell silent for a moment. Minato's eyes widened. "O-one hundred million ryo..."
Jiraiya's mouth hung open as well!
Even someone like him, who rarely concerned himself with household finances, knew that one hundred million ryo was no small sum. It was enough for an ordinary ninja family to live without worry for several generations.
And this kid had emptied it out without saying a word.
Mirai's expression did not change. "Money can be earned again. But if the Land of Whirlpools is gone, I won't be able to spend the money Grandma Mito left me in peace."
Luju looked at the supplies on the table, then raised his eyes to Mirai. There was something more in his gaze than before.
He did not say thank you. He merely nodded solemnly. "We'll use these things where they're needed most."
Mirai put the scroll away again and pushed it to the center of the table. "Uncle Luju, you can decide how to use them."
The atmosphere in the hall eased somewhat.
Jiraiya reached out and patted Mirai on the shoulder. He said nothing, but his hand was heavier than usual.
Kushina secretly squeezed Mirai's fingers beside him—as if saying: Way to go, Mirai. Just as expected of the man I picked.
Next, Luju began discussing the specific defensive arrangements with Tsunade and Jiraiya.
Mirai retreated to a corner and listened quietly, occasionally offering his own insights and suggestions.
"We don't have many ninja, and our ability in direct combat is inferior to their elite Jonin.
"So the best method is not to fight them head-on."
Jiraiya raised his head and looked at Luju and the elders. "Use traps and Explosive Tags to wear down their strength as much as possible.
"Every road they might take, every location suitable for