They Know What's What

"Ten million ryō!"

Matsumoto bit through his tongue, using the pain to force himself upright before slamming a hand heavily onto the ice.

His eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion as he threw back his head and roared.

"Add in all the manufacturing blueprints for Chakra Armor! Hand over every piece of information you can find to Konoha!"

"As long as you can get us safely to the Daimyō Mansion and save my lord from this dead end..."

Matsumoto sucked in a breath of cold air. His eyes were full of blood vessels, and the cold sweat on his forehead froze into beads of ice as soon as it emerged.

"I'll front the money myself!"

The moment he said that, the dock fell silent for a full two seconds. Only the distant sails flapped noisily in the wind.

Kakashi turned to glance at Matsumoto, pausing in his polishing of the White Fang Short Sword.

For the first time, there was a trace of respect for the wealthy in those huge dead-fish eyes.

Kushina curled her lips mercilessly and leaned close to Rin's ear to mutter.

"This fatty's really been scared stupid. Ten million ryō is enough to cover nearly half a year's military expenses for Konoha."

"It would've been difficult without more money earlier, but now they probably even have their eyes on the civilians."

Sure enough, Ye drew in a sharp breath while keeping a blank expression on the surface. Inside, he was so delighted he wanted to erect a monument in Matsumoto's honor!

The people of the Land of Snow really knew what was what!

Ye gripped Matsumoto's frozen hand tightly and instantly switched into a mode of righteous indignation, agreeing quickly and decisively.

"Is ten million ryō important? Not at all!"

"What matters is that I can't bear