Because the daimyo felt he had been slapped in the face.
He had accepted Sunagakure's gifts and solemnly guaranteed that there would be no problems with the peace talks.
And what happened?
The Third Hokage had turned around and slapped him across the face.
Since when did a daimyo get to decide matters of war?
Go cool off somewhere else.
Having been humiliated, the daimyo was certainly simmering with resentment and would be cold toward the Third Hokage.
For someone like the daimyo, reputation was extremely important. Making him lose face meant he would be mocked by the daimyos of other countries, and that was something he could not tolerate.
Fortunately, angry as he was, the daimyo would not directly clash with Konoha over something like this.
"I'm certain. I counted all the supplies, more than once."
Mitokado Homura said firmly, "Unless an accident occurs, or the supplies are seized or burned by the enemy, or Orochimaru squanders them recklessly, the supplies sent to the camp will be enough to last two to three months."
It was easy to calculate an approximate figure based on the number of ninja at the front lines, their daily supply consumption, and a little extra added on top.
Precision was impossible, after all. Some things simply could not be predicted.
But having approximate figures was already good enough.
It showed that Mitokado Homura had managed the Logistics Department well.
"Mm."
The Third Hokage nodded in satisfaction. This was the result he had hoped to see. His gaze shifted from Mitokado Homura's face to Utatane Koharu.
Utatane Koharu immediately said, "Since no full-scale war has broken out, the number of medical ninja at the front lines is already sufficient, so the village does not need to send additional personnel. As for medicine..."
Utatane Koharu shot