Minister Fujita's fat face was flushed red from alcohol and excitement. Spittle flew from his mouth as though he could already see mountains of gold and silver piled throughout his residence.
"By the time those idiots realize what's happening, I'll already be sunbathing on Kirigakure's beaches!" he roared with laughter. His bloated body quivered in the expensive chair like a slab of butter about to melt.
Naruto was already filled with murderous intent, yet the face of "Kageyama," whom he was impersonating, showed a timely fawning, greedy smile. He bent forward and flattered him in a nearly worshipful tone. "My lord is truly farsighted! Such an exquisite method is something this subordinate has never even heard of. It's simply a stroke of divine genius!"
Those words greatly satisfied Fujita's vanity. Drunk, he waved a hand and tapped Naruto's forehead with a greasy finger. "You brat, you know how to talk. Follow me well, and there'll be plenty of benefits for you in the future."
Naruto sneered inwardly, but his face remained obedient. He pretended to frown casually and asked cautiously, "It's just... my lord, with such an enormous flow of funds, if the people at the Daimyō's Palace take notice... I'm afraid..."
"The Daimyō?"
At that word, some of the drunkenness on Fujita's face seemed to vanish instantly, replaced by a deeper, more twisted contempt. His greasy face was filled with disdain, as though he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"He wants me to do this!" Fujita lowered his voice, but he could not conceal his smugness. "Do you think Blissful Pure Land came about by itself? Let me tell you, the more chaotic this country becomes, the more idiots there are who can't survive, and the more fools there are who believe in Blissful Pure Land!