The head of the Intelligence Department had never dreamed that one day, he too would come to the Hokage Office to lodge a complaint.
He had always foolishly hoped to consolidate the village's entire intelligence network under the Intelligence Department, but while the idea was wonderful, reality was cruel.
Because the Anbu simply did not give a damn about the Intelligence Department.
Who the hell did you think you were, trying to get your hands on our intelligence?
Now that the Anbu had dumped all sorts of miscellaneous intelligence on them, the head of the Intelligence Department realized he had been acting like an idiot.
This was fucking nothing to be happy about.
The Anbu intelligence network still had nothing to do with the Intelligence Department. They were not allowed to touch any important intelligence.
Only all the miscellaneous intelligence was dumped on them, leaving the Intelligence Department to sort it out like workhorses.
Once they finished organizing it, the Anbu would send someone over to take the files away, and that was that.
What kind of arrangement was this?
You Anbu refused to handle your own work and threw it to the Intelligence Department. After we worked ourselves to the bone organizing it, you sent someone to take it away without even a word of thanks.
The head of the Intelligence Department was so furious he nearly coughed up blood, so he took his complaint to the Hokage Office.
After hearing him out, the Third Hokage was speechless as well.
Hadn't you always wanted the Anbu's intelligence?
Now that they had given it to you, you came here to complain about being wronged.
Fine, the Anbu had merely dumped their troublesome work on the Intelligence Department. As for the Anbu intelligence network itself, the Intelligence Department had no right