A World-Shaking Act of Suicide! The Daimyō's Brilliant "Move"

The daimyō stretched out a short, stubby finger and pointed straight at the envoy prostrated on the floor. His chest and belly heaved without pause, and the fat on his cheeks trembled with every breath.

"You brought back this pile of absurd nonsense and still dare claim Konoha isn't short on money? Who gave you permission to spout such rubbish?"

He raised a foot and kicked over the low gold-lacquered table. Teacups rolled far away, and shards of porcelain scraped across the thick carpet.

"Useless fool! Did the wind and snow outside freeze your brain?"

The envoy lay sprawled across the expensive velvet carpet. Muddy water dripped from his bangs, tears had streaked two dirty trails down his face, and bits of ice still clung to his head. He did not even dare raise a sleeve to wipe his face.

"My lord, this servant saw it with his own eyes."

"Konoha's houses don't need charcoal for heat. Even in the depths of winter, the land in the Northern Suburbs can still be planted, and the common people don't lack food either."

His five fingers clutched the carpet tassels, his nails packed with frozen mud.

"Even if this servant had the courage of ten thousand men, I would never dare deceive you over matters of the military and the state."

"Shut up."

The daimyō flung his sleeve aside and sank back into the cushioned couch, the veins at his temples throbbing fiercely.

"I raise ninja. Since when did I permit them to turn a ninja village into a vegetable garden?"

Those Konoha ninja had actually pried open the purse strings he had held tight for decades.

Before, when Konoha lacked money, they had to send people to bow their heads at the mansion. If their military funding was cut by even