"Lord Hokage, you finally came!"
The Fujiki sitting in the chair sprang to his feet and hurried forward with excessive eagerness to welcome Tobirama Senju.
If not for the presence of outsiders, he probably would have started calling him Ancestor already.
"Which one of you is the daimyo, you or him?"
The expressions of the three daimyo changed in unison, all of them shocked.
From Fujiki's words and Tobirama Senju's attire, they had already recognized him as the Hokage.
What astonished them, however, was the Fire Daimyo's attitude. The way he treated them compared to the Hokage was utterly different—arrogant before, deferential afterward.
Fujiki paid no attention to their gazes. Leaning close to Tobirama Senju's ear, he recounted everything that had just happened.
When Tobirama Senju heard that they wanted to divide Konoha into three, he tilted his head slightly and fixed the three men with a cold, stern gaze.
That faint yet powerful aura made all three swallow hard.
Still, their long-standing status as daimyo had made them arrogant. Though intimidated by the Hokage's presence, they believed he would never dare lay a hand on them.
Thus, the three straightened their backs and once again assumed their lofty posture.
"That was what happened."
After finishing his account, Fujiki silently took a step back and hid behind Madara Uchiha.
He was already waiting for the show to begin.
"Heh, vermin will always be vermin. Even their demands are this laughable!"
Madara Uchiha glanced at the three daimyo, and the contempt in his eyes angered them somewhat.
"Who are you to be so rude?"
The Lightning Daimyo could no longer endure it. Madara Uchiha's disdainful attitude infuriated him.
The Fire Daimyo was one thing; after all, his status was equal to their own. But now even a subordinate at the Hokage's