The Raikage looked at Saddam and the others kneeling on the ground and waved a large hand.
"Although you didn't capture the target on this mission, the value of this notebook is no less than that of the person.
I have noted your merits."
Saddam hurriedly shook his head.
"Lord Raikage, you mustn't!
You have already exempted us from punishment for failing the mission. We're already deeply grateful. How could we dare claim credit—"
"One matter is one matter."
The Raikage cut him off, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"A mission failure is a mission failure. Seizing spoils is seizing spoils.
I have always been clear about rewards and punishments. If I say I've noted it, then I've noted it.
Don't be so fussy."
Saddam opened his mouth, but in the end, he lowered his head and gave a heavy kowtow.
"Yes! Thank you, Lord Raikage!"
The several subordinates behind him echoed, "Thank you, Lord Raikage!"
The Raikage waved his hand.
"Go treat your injuries. Saddam, stay behind."
The others withdrew from the office.
Saddam remained kneeling, waiting for the Raikage's orders.
The Raikage walked to the window, his back to him, and fell silent for a moment.
"That Hiruzen Sarutobi..."
He spoke slowly. "How strong is he now?"
Saddam froze for a moment, then answered honestly.
"Very strong.
Before him, this subordinate had almost no ability to fight back."
The Raikage nodded, unsurprised.
"It seems that after what happened in the Land of Whirlpools last time, Hiruzen Sarutobi has grown stronger again."
"Konoha really has produced quite a few talents these past few years."
His gaze fell upon the rolling sea of clouds outside the window.
"That young Hokage, and these new-generation pillars..."
He turned and looked at Saddam.
"Go recover properly.
Once you're healed, keep an