"What value could three pairs of One-Tomoe Sharingan possibly have?"
"Fine, fine, fine! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know why Uchiha eyes are so red!"
Smack!
"Enough! Look at yourselves!"
The moment Hashirama released his aura, Shadow Clone No. 3 immediately took a wary step back, just in case Hashirama decided to smash the pot when it was already broken. Beside him, Senju Tobirama silently folded his arms.
"Starting today, Senju Tobirama's laboratory will be permanently shut down. And you are never allowed to conduct any experiments again—any experiments!"
"Big Brother! I—"
"And all experimental results must be handed over!"
"That's nothing. They're just techniques Uchiha Gen figured out long ago anyway."
The corner of Shadow Clone No. 3's mouth twitched, and his fists began to itch again.
"Then... Uchiha Gen, what compensation do you want?"
"Compensation? Fine. Since we're talking about compensation, I'll ask for one million ryo for each of those three juniors, as well as a house for each of them in the central district."
"Alright, I agree."
If a mere financial loss could keep Uchiha Gen quiet, it was indeed a worthwhile deal.
"Mhm, mhm. I'm done with my juniors' compensation. Now it's time to discuss mine."
Veins bulged on Tobirama's forehead. As expected of an evil Uchiha—their hearts were truly greedy.
"...Fine. As long as it isn't excessive, I'll agree."
Hashirama sighed inwardly. At some point, he had begun compromising more and more often. Was this the price of being Hokage?
"A group of merchants asked me for help. They're willing to buy the trees you grow with Wood Release for one hundred ryo each. They'll take as many as you have."
One hundred ryo for a tree? Did the Land of Fire lack trees? Hashirama felt somewhat puzzled, because