They Couldn't Escape This Daimyō's Grasp

Ye walked to the end of the long table and pulled several sealing scrolls and a terrifyingly thick stack of banknotes from his robes.

Boom!

A dull thud rang out.

The stack of banknotes, enough to buy a small ninja village, slammed onto the table.

He spread out the sealing scrolls one by one, revealing two million ryō in cash allocated from the National Treasury and documents authorizing the Fourth Hokage's special allotment of advanced medical equipment.

Everyone in the room stared at the money.

With two million ryō in cash on the table, the scale of this cross-border operation outweighed every doubt.

Obito clumsily worked the beads of his abacus, muttering under his breath.

He looked anxiously at the mountain of banknotes, his hand trembling around the abacus.

"Ye, putting this much money into cross-border investments is insanely risky."

"What if the Daimyō Mansion's sharp-eyed finance officers catch on and cut off the village's cash flow? You're walking a tightrope over a cliff."

At the mention of the Daimyō Mansion, Ye picked up a piece of chalk and headed for the huge blackboard with a cold laugh.

He wrote "Daimyō Mansion funding" across it.

Then he drew a glaring red X through the words.

The chalk scraped against the board with a shrill screech.

Ye turned to face the room. What he said next mercilessly shattered everything they had taken for granted.

"The Daimyō Mansion's military funding really was Konoha's lifeline in the past."

Ye hooked his long fingers over the edge of the table, his voice low but carrying to every corner.

"The ore veins along the Wind-Earth Border are only the beginning. We're going to use leverage to draw cash from across the Shinobi World."

"We'll use this financial blade to refill Konoha's depleted National Treasury within