Daimyō was about to put down the seal, but his hand stopped in mid-air. The jade seal hit the corner of the desk and rubbed a dazzling red mud on the yellow silk.
"What urgent report?"
He frowned and looked at the palace door. Before the unhappiness on his face dissipated, he raised the corners of his mouth.
"Four villages broke into Konoha? When did the village break?"
The minister kneeling below was shaking so hard that he could not hold himself up. He pressed his hands against the floor tiles and his teeth were chattering when he spoke.
"Master Daimyō...Hidden Cloud's thousand vanguards were completely wiped out."
"Iwagakure's two thousand main force was killed and dispersed. Kitsuchi only took a few hundred remaining soldiers and fled back to Land of Earth in embarrassment."
Having said this, the minister swallowed, and the sweat from his forehead dripped down the tip of his nose into the cracks of the bricks.
"Sunagakure and Kirigakure saw that the situation was not right and immediately withdrew their troops."
The singing and dancing in the hall had not stopped, and the cries were mixed with the sound of silk and bamboo. A few dignitaries in the front row who were raising glasses turned their heads first.
The minister faced everyone's gaze and continued hesitantly.
"The encirclement and suppression of the four villages was completely defeated..."
Daimyō The luminous cup in his hand fell to the ground, broken porcelain flew out far away, and the wine splashed onto his luxurious silk pants. He didn't even look at it.
The sound of silk and bamboo stopped, Dancing Girl couldn't stop their steps, and their skirts bumped into one place.
All the dignitaries in the hall looked at each other in confusion, holding their cups in the air, and no one dared to put them down first.
Daimyō stared at the kneeling minister, moved his lips a few times, and then squeezed out a roar from between his teeth.
"You fart!"
He stood up supporting the table, raised his arms, and the entire table fell over on the gold bricks.
The gold plate and wine pot rolled all over the floor, and the unsealed edict fell down and soaked in the filth on the floor.
"With tens of thousands of elites pressing forward, how can it be possible to lose instantly?!"
Daimyō pointed at the person below, his fingers couldn't stop shaking, and even his cuffs were shaking.
"Konoha can't even lift the pot! What are you going to hit?!"
"Konoha has not run out of food at all, sir!"
The broken porcelain pierced his knee, and the minister ignored the pain and raised his head and shouted.
"They hid new weapons! Those who came out to challenge were not ANBU at all, but a group of Genin wearing strange armor!"
"Only three hundred people!"
The images of the intelligence turned over in his mind, and the minister could no longer hold on, his forehead pressed to the ground, and his shoulders twitched from crying.
"With just three hundred people, they smashed through the defense lines of Hidden Cloud and Iwagakure!"
"Nonsense."
Daimyō was still shaking his head, but he lost the confidence in the second half of his sentence.
"The information was confirmed by you again and again! I also saw the photo of the empty granary with my own eyes!"
He pointed to the overturned desk, raised his arm halfway, and then lowered it a few inches.
"Shinobi clans was forced to have a baby, Hokage was ignored, are these all fake?!"
"Sir, it's all true."
The minister rested his forehead on the floor tiles and almost didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence.
"But that was all staged by Konoha for us to see!"
Daimyō His mouth was still open, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word for a long time.
He took two steps back, his legs hit the soft couch, and he fell down, not even having the strength to hold on to the edge of the couch.
The granary was indeed empty, and internal fighting was indeed happening, but he believed whatever Konoha told him to see.
The photos came one after another, and none of them fell where he shouldn't have looked.
This group of people put the situation in front of them, waiting for him to get in. He still sat in the palace and drank the celebration wine for three days with peace of mind.
"Lose the city! Close the city immediately!"
Daimyō climbed up on the soft couch, his knees hurt from the impact, and he didn't bother to rub them.
"Send the order Palace Guard to take over all city gates immediately! Whoever dares to approach Daimyō Mansion will be shot to death!"
The important ministers below were still kneeling, with their heads lowered, and no one stood up to take orders.
The minister who reported the report fell where he was without even raising his head.
"Sir, Palace Guard cannot be adjusted."
"What did you say?"
"Early this morning, the three largest Capital City stores, Grain Firm, were all closed."
The minister licked his chapped lips and continued.
"Not only Grain Firm, but also rice shops and noodle shops have been evacuated, and even the breakfast stalls on the street have not been left."
"The whole Capital City, now you can't even buy a grain of rice!"
Daimyō held on to the edge of the couch and dug his nails into the gaps in the carvings.
"Where are the grain reserves in the official warehouse? Has it been emptied too?!"
"It's long gone."
The minister twitched his lips, and the smile on his face was uglier than crying.
"Behind those three Grain Firm are all shell companies registered at the border half a year ago."
"They took the banknotes printed by our Daimyō Mansion and stole all the last batch of grain in the city."
He raised his head and looked at the face beside the couch whose color was gradually fading away.
"Now, all that food is sitting in Konoha's underground warehouse."
Daimyō was still holding on to the edge of the couch, opening and closing his lips several times, but was unable to ask the next question.
The food shortage is true, but it is Daimyō Mansion's own food that is cut off.
The minister kneeling below stopped kowtowing, his hands hung loosely by his side, and he lost his previous eagerness to beg for mercy when speaking.
"Palace Guard's original army rations were secretly resold by the leaders below."
"I wanted to buy rice from the grain store to fill the hole today, but as soon as the store closed, I couldn't carry it anymore."
No one in the hall answered, so he had to finish the rest of his words.
"Palace Guard has been hungry for two days. Now he has to hold on to the wall even when standing guard. How can he still have the strength to defend the city?"
"The people outside who cannot buy food and Refugees have already surrounded Palace Wall."
The minister glanced at the open door of the palace and lowered his head again.
"Sir, we can't defend it."
Someone in the hall shouted first. Just now, the wise dignitaries who had been kneeling on their knees and shouting Daimyō got up and rushed to the door.
Someone tripped over the threshold, and before he could hold up his body with his hands, the person behind him had already stepped on his back and stepped over.
The gold and silver utensils were kicked all over the floor, and the Dancing Girl people stepped on the broken porcelain with their bare feet, and the soles of their feet were bleeding, but they did not dare to stop.
In the huge palace, the shouts drowned out the cries for help, and the banquet that had been arranged neatly just now was trampled to the point where there was no place to stand.
Daimyō took advantage of the chaos and slipped out of the side door, holding on to the wall and ran straight to the back hall. He stumbled several times, got up on his hands and knees, and crawled into the secret room.
The room was dimly lit, with Communication Water Mirror of equal height standing on all sides beside the wall. The cold light from Sealing Formula illuminated the floor tiles.
He trembled with his hands, made several seals in a confused manner, and finally poured Chakra into the technique.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the mirror one after another. Daimyō rushed towards the Water Mirror in the middle. He grabbed the frame with both hands and pressed his knuckles hard against the edge. The color faded away.
"Help! Send troops to save me!"
As soon as there was movement in the four mirrors, he rushed to speak, unable to even wait to say a complete sentence to the other side.
"Minato Namikaze is rebelling! Konoha is going to rebel!"
"As long as you send troops immediately, I will pay ten times next year's military expenses!"
Daimyō stretched his neck and leaned in front of the mirror. Seeing no one answered, he hurriedly increased the price.
"Twenty times! I will pay twenty times!"
No one answered Water Mirror around, and only his rapid breathing could be heard in the secret room.
After waiting for a long time, Ōnoki's face appeared on the mirror of Land of Earth.
The old man was floating in the air, his eyes moved from Daimyō's hand holding the frame to his face, and he gritted his teeth and laughed.
"Pay? You stupid pig!"
Ōnoki leaned closer to the mirror, his nose twitched, and the veins on his forehead were clearly visible.
"My two thousand main force are being slaughtered as pigs! Where is the Konoha that you swore about without food?!"
"Those three hundred Konoha brats wearing Iron Turtles almost cost my son his life in Land of Grass!"
Water Mirror and Daimyō still shrank back, but they didn't dare to let go of their hands on the mirror frame.
"You can cut off even the top of a mountain with one knife, but you call that being unable to uncover the pot?!"
Ōnoki raised his hand, losing the patience to listen to his explanation, and slapped the seal with his palm.
"It's your own death, take your own life to make up for it!"
Water Mirror shattered in response, and the mirror surface scattered into a pool of salty stagnant water, which splashed all over Daimyō.
He was so shocked that he fell to the ground. The corners of his robe were soaked in the water and he didn't even bother to pull them. He supported the floor tiles and crawled towards the mirror on the right.
Lightning flashed in the mirror, Fourth Raikage A's eyes were red, and the muscles around his cheeks were tense and stiff.
"Lord Raikage..."