I felt a chill at night.
What kind of strange brain circuit is this?
Deputy Daimyō?
I have to say that this old boy is really greedy and has a really brilliant mind?!
[Ding! Cognitive Shatter Points from Daimyō (Land of Fire), +300000!]
A crisp notification sound suddenly exploded in my mind.
Damn it!
Everyone was energetic that night.
Three hundred thousand?!
He is worthy of being the king of a country!
This emotional value is too strong!
Normally, when I go out to scare a group of civilians, I would only give dozens of points to Sosou, but this old boy has made an astronomical figure!
The look in Daimyō's eyes became kind at night.
"Bang!"
Obito was holding a stack of waist-high account books and smashed them at Ye's feet. The dust flew up and made Daimyō on the ground cough repeatedly.
"Ye, all the accounts have been checked."
Obito patted the dust on his hands with disgust on his face.
"This old boy's account book clearly stated that National Treasury had 3 billion taels, but after counting the cash in the warehouse, it was barely 1.5 billion."
"Where's the rest?"
"The flooring is all here."
Obito pointed at the broken jade and gold foil that was all over the ground, "The soldiers on the front line are not paid, so they all use it to buy pearls, white Fox skins, and to support these dancers."
Is this pattern worthy of shitting on Konoha's head?
Ye opened the account book casually, looked at the shocking figures, and slapped the account book on Daimyō's face.
There was a crisp "pop" sound.
Ye walked up to Daimyō and knelt down, patted his shoulder and whispered softly.
"Do you know where you are stupid?"
"You spent 1.5 billion taels to dream of becoming the emperor of a great country."
"As a result, in the dream I was not even willing to leave a bag of rice for the common people."
"Okay, that's enough, go down and find your ancestors for reimbursement."
Daimyō completely collapsed, screaming and being dragged out by the two ANBU.
Ye waved the turbid air in front of her in disgust and shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Kakashi, Obito, who will send Wind Release to disperse this smell in the house? The smell of this wine is too unpleasant."
"Let Obito do this kind of physical work."
Kakashi's lazy voice came from the door of the palace.
This guy was leaning against the door frame, holding a dog-eared copy of "Make-Out Paradise" in his hand without even raising his head.
"I was on guard everywhere just now and my energy was exhausted. Now I have to quickly replenish my brain."
"Kakashi You fart!"
Obito was furious at that time and pointed at Kakashi's nose.
"You've been leaning on the door frame to read that old book since you entered the door. Have you moved even half a step?"
"Don't worry about such details."
Kakashi closed the book with one hand and then slowly raised his head, his eyes looking a little more serious.
"Let's get down to business, Minato-sensei has already left."
"Oh?"
Ye raised her eyebrows and asked, "How many people did you bring?"
Kakashi paused, "There are quite a few people, but there is one person who is special."
"Who?"
"A third-generation old man."
The main hall became quiet.
Obito murmured next to him, "Then why is the old man following you here? Don't you think you have received enough stimulation in the village..."
Ye's fingers stopped on the soft edge of Fox Fur Robe.
He glanced at the ruined sky outside the palace and suddenly laughed.
Hiruzen Sarutobi.
The witness when First Daimyō and First Hokage made a covenant, the last gatekeeper of the old rules.
He definitely didn't come all this way just to see how Daimyō peed his pants.
As an old man from the old days, he came to see how Konoha could write the next page in these ruins.
Ye stood up and walked out, stepping on the gold foil on the ground.
No matter what, the old table has been overturned, now it's their turn to serve.
The next morning, the heavy snow stopped.
The sun shines down from the cloud hole and shines on the Daimyō Mansion Capital City.
At this time, if you say it is Capital City, no dog will believe it. This is obviously a ruined place riddled with holes.
The two-meter-deep scorch mark in the snow was blinding.
Snow covered most of the ruins, but the front hall was plowed clean by artillery fire.
The broken gold bricks all over the floor were shaking so hard that people were dizzy, and the ground was still "sizzling" with white steam coming out.
Hiruzen Sarutobi sucked the unlit Dry Tobacco Pipe and stood at the city gate.
Are you looking for a city gate?
The pile of scrap copper and iron that was broken into hundreds of pieces on the ground and made a jingling sound when stepped on Konoha Ninja.
Third Hokage lived for most of his life, sent away the second generation, and survived three wars.
But he never dreamed that his old bones would one day lie in front of the ruins of Land of Fire Capital City.
The most ridiculous thing is that the Konoha bastards he single-handedly helped to turn this place into a mess.
"Sandaime-sama, go this way."
Fugaku walked in front to lead the way, walking very fast without even looking back.
Hiruzen stepped over the debris on the floor, and a gold-coated copper nail was crushed on the sole of his shoe, making a muffled "crunch" sound.
On both sides of the avenue, there was a mass of the Daimyō Mansion old ministers kneeling in darkness.
These grandsons usually wear gold and silver and rely on the Daimyō Mansion to suck blood, and their lives are better than anyone else's.
Right now, all the Uchiha and Red Eye patients were being slapped into the snow nest with the backs of their knives. They were so cold that their upper and lower teeth were banging against each other, as if they were playing allegro.
There was an old man in a purple robe with sharp eyes. When he caught a glimpse of Hiruzen, his eyes flashed with the desire to survive. He crawled forward two steps using his hands and feet, and his throat was broken.
"Third generation adults! Third generation grandfather! Help! These crazy dogs managed by Minato are biting people! You are senior, please take care of them quickly!"
A combat boot clicked on the corner of his robe.
Uchiha Jonin glanced at him condescendingly.
Without saying any nonsense, he rolled his eyes and the scarlet Three-Tomoe lit up.
The old man's mouth opened wide, and the second half of the mournful sentence was swallowed back into his stomach along with the bile. He was so choked that he turned over Byakugan on the spot.
Hiruzen stopped and looked at this old thing for two seconds.
An acquaintance.
During the Shinobi World war, it was this old bastard who represented Daimyō Mansion and cut off two-thirds of the funding for Konoha with one stroke of his pen.
He also made the Ninja Village "fend for itself" in a strange way.
Hiruzen exhaled a breath of turbid air with white mist.
Over the years, he always felt that he was like a grandson who had to look at Daimyō's face to earn food for the village.
Take a step back when encountering a problem, try to be balanced in everything, and soon the word "suffering" will be engraved on your forehead.
But today, look at the "orthodox dignitaries" kneeling in the street, and think about the Chakra giant cannon last night, and the large iron pots serving porridge in front of the Daimyō Mansion door.
Hiruzen slapped himself hard in his heart.
How cowarded was I before?!
Compromise and give in in exchange for a hammer!
People will still cut off your food, and they will still join forces with outsiders to kill you!
Wouldn't it be over if I just flipped the table?
These guys are so itchy!
On the high platform in front of the main entrance of the hall, Minato Namikaze, dressed in snow-white Hokage Haori, was rolling in the wind, with rotten stones on the ground under his feet.
Around the square, the Holographic Projection Devices machines that Orochimaru tinkered with were at full power.
ANBU spread Amplification Array to Land of Fire every big city overnight.
A cough here now can be heard even by the watchdog at the border post.
Ye leaned against a half-section of the corridor pillar, put his hands in his pockets, held a piece of hay in his mouth, and raised his chin at Hiruzen: "Hey, old man, are you rushing to the morning market?"
Hiruzen snorted and ignored the ruffian, his eyes drifting to the center of the square.