Likewise, Minato did not look at the trembling old ministers below.
He looked past the dilapidated Palace Wall. There was no sadness or joy in his blue eyes, only a judgment-like calm.
His voice was not loud, but it was clearly conveyed to every corner of the square without any redundant words.
"In accordance with the "Land of Fire Military Agreement and Konoha Combat Readiness Regulations," Minato spoke slowly.
"During Daimyō's reign, frontline military appropriations were deducted for no reason, a total of seventeen times."
"This move resulted in a complete cutoff of Explosive Tag and medical supplies during three large-scale encounters on the front line."
"Konoha Ninja was forced to use flesh and blood to fill the defense line, which directly caused the battle damage rate to increase abnormally to four times the normal level."
"After the end of Third Shinobi World War, Daimyō Mansion unilaterally and illegally deducted Konoha's disability pension and post-war reconstruction appropriation by as much as 67%."
Minato lowered his eyes slightly and his voice became colder.
"As a result, more than 200 people who were severely brutalized lost the guarantee of follow-up treatment, and many family members of the victims were displaced."
The screen flashed, and the details of the huge amounts of money that had been intercepted were overwhelming, making the people kneeling below breathless.
"Three years ago, Daimyō Mansion once again stopped the distribution of winter supplies to the northern border garrison for no reason on the grounds of 'reducing expenditures in the inner court'."
Having said this, Minato's usually gentle tone finally revealed a chilling chill.
"That winter, eleven ninjas suffered severe frostbite and were forced to have their limbs amputated. Three of them stayed in the snow-covered outpost forever."
The list of victims and photos of their lifetimes were displayed on a TV that had just been installed at the dilapidated city gate Konoha Ninja.
Under the gaze of those young faces, the old nobles below pressed their heads to the ground, and no one dared to look up.
"And just half a month ago, Daimyō Mansion sent a secret letter to Four Great Ninja Villages in an attempt to lure foreign enemies into the country and uproot Konoha."
Minato's eyes finally fell on the crowd below.
His Hokage Haori outfit was rustling in the wind, and his face, which was usually as gentle as the sun, was now filled with only the calm self-respect that belonged to Hokage:
"Everyone, this is the answer sheet given by the Daimyō Mansion to Land of Fire and Konoha."
Sicun Mixin, Black Market transaction documents, and a complete set of evidence were publicly executed on the spot.
There was an old nobleman below who couldn't bear the oppression of lack of oxygen, so he jumped up tremblingly and cursed loudly.
"Minato Namikaze! You dare to rebel! Daimyō But..."
A cold light flashed.
Fugaku draws the sword, cuts, and puts it away as smoothly as cutting tofu.
The old nobleman's head rolled out far away, and a large patch of dazzling red instantly spread on the snow.
The only sound left in the square was the sound of the wind.
The remaining nobles gave up completely, and the three of them whipped over on the spot, not even daring to breathe.
Minato didn't even blink an eyelid, and six large screens projected his face to the whole country.
"Konoha's previous duty was to serve as a swordsman for others."
Minato lowered his eyes, his voice was cold in his bones.
"Now the employer is holding the handle of the knife and gesturing at our necks. Konoha took this knife by himself."
He stretched out his right hand.
Next to him, ANBU quickly came up with a brocade box and opened the lid.
Land of Fire Mandate Seal, which has been inherited for more than 500 years, weighs seventeen pounds, is carved from pure white Hetian jade and covered with a pure gold base, lying quietly on the red silk.
Minato pinched the jade seal, and the blue Chakra exploded.
Five fingers squeezed in.
The thing didn't even hold up for a second, and it "clicked" to pieces.
The pure white Hetian jade turned into powder, and the pure gold base was crushed directly into a pile of scrap iron.
The powder flew in the wind along the fingers, and the mud-like gold base "smashed" on the gold brick, creating a big crater.
Five hundred years of orthodoxy have turned into ashes.
"From today on, the Daimyō system will be abolished. All military and political affairs of Land of Fire will be taken over by Konoha."
The news is flying all over the sky like it has wings.
White Zetsu's intelligence network plus Holographic Broadcast, within half a day, Shinobi World's pot was blown.
Land of Wind, Sunagakure Kazekage's Office.
After listening to the report, Rasa's hand trembled suddenly, and the Gold Dust cup in his hand "clicked" and was crushed into a solid iron lump.
It's over!
Konoha established his power in this way and simply kicked the table where Shinobi World was eating to pieces!
Minato Namikaze is clearly telling the world: Ninja Village will go it alone from now on, and Daimyō will do whatever it takes!
If Daimyo of the Land of Wind heard this, why would he smash Sunagakure's rice bowl overnight?
Land of Earth, Iwagakure.
Ōnoki was lying on the hospital bed and after listening to the information, he suddenly stood up.
A violent cough suddenly came over me, until my eyes were filled with stars, and my palms were filled with blood from fingernails.
Repeal Daimyō?
Once civilians in various countries imitate Land of Fire and start making trouble, Konoha will immediately point a knife at them after cleaning up their backyard!
On Land of Lightning Rod Tower, Fourth Raikage A was shirtless and holding the scroll in the cold wind, the lightning flashing from his fingers.
"Minato Namikaze! Do you want to overthrow the world?!"
Completely opposite to the panic at the top, the painting style at the bottom of Land of Fire is so enjoyable.
Thousands of people, Refugees, were holding piping hot rice porridge, sipping it and looking up at the projection in mid-air.
In the picture, Minato crushed the jade seal to pieces.
Who cares about your thousand-year orthodoxy?
"Long live Hokage!"
An old man took the lead and fell down to the ground, falling to his knees in a large area.
No one is forcing them. The bowl of hot porridge in their hands that can fill their stomachs and save their lives is the hardest truth in the world.
In the Daimyō Mansion, the transfer of power is outrageously rough.
A few private soldiers who were still unconvinced just touched the knife, and Uchiha Police Force rushed forward and pushed them flatly.
Interrogation?
No matter what the trial is, those who have iron weapons in their hands will be dealt with on the spot.
Fugaku stood on the steps, shook the bloody blade, and let out a long breath.
This is what we call living!
In the past, if I caught someone stealing in the village, I had to go back and write a three-page report.
Now cut these scourges, one knife at a time, and enjoy it from head to toe!
Beside the ruins of the main hall, Ye was still leaning against a pillar with hay in his mouth.
He didn't even pull out the knife, his eyes were glued to the System Panel of his retina.
[Ding! Cognitive Shatter Points from Hiruzen Sarutobi, +10000!]
[Ding! Extreme Fear Points from Ōnoki, +25000!]
[Ding! Extreme Fear Points from Rasa, +18000!]
[Ding! Cognitive Shatter Points and Negative Emotion Points from Land of Fire old aristocratic group and common people, +600000!]
The numbers jumped like a convulsion, rushing straight to seven digits.
Damn it!
Make a fortune this time!
Normally, I only earn a few thousand points by working hard and talking, but today Minato got a broken seal, and the background notification sound was so stuck that it was almost smoking!
Ye Le's back molars were almost exposed.
Should we set a KPI for Minato in the future and crush one cultural relic each morning, noon and night?
If you have money, food, and the hearts of the people, where can you find such a lucrative deal?
On the ruins, Minato turned around and walked down the high platform, sweeping the white jade powder all over the ground with his clothes.
When he came to Hiruzen, he paused.
"A third-generation old man."
Minato didn't shout any honorifics, but looked straight at the white-haired old man.
"You have kept the rules your whole life, but today I smashed them to pieces. Are you feeling aggrieved?"
Hiruzen stood in the shadows and made no sound for a long time.
The wind blew the jade fragments over, and the two people, one large and one small, just stood there.
Hiruzen I originally thought I would have angina pectoris, but at this moment, the piece of Taiseki head on my chest moved away inexplicably.
What should have been broken should have been broken long ago, but my legs have always been weak and I dare not kick it.
The old man took out his pipe, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of thick smoke.
"The day Danzo died, it was time for me to wake up."