Ye felt a chill run down his spine.
What the hell kind of twisted logic was that?
Deputy Daimyō?
This old bastard was greedy, all right. And where the hell did he get these ideas?!
[Ding! Cognitive Shatter Points from the Daimyō (Land of Fire): +300,000!]
The crisp notification exploded in his mind.
Holy shit!
Ye perked right up.
Three hundred thousand?!
That's a ruler for you!
Talk about an emotional payoff!
Normally, scaring a whole crowd of civilians earned him a measly few dozen points. This old bastard had handed him an astronomical sum in one go!
Ye's gaze turned downright tender as he looked at the daimyō.
Clang!
Obito dropped a waist-high stack of account books beside Ye's feet. Dust billowed up, making the daimyō cough where he lay on the floor.
"Ye, I finished checking the accounts too."
Obito dusted off his hands, his face full of disgust.
"On paper, this old bastard's books say the National Treasury holds three billion ryō. But after we counted the cash in the vault, it barely came to one and a half billion."
"And the rest?"
"Spread all over this floor."
Obito pointed at the shattered jade and gold foil scattered everywhere. "The troops at the front aren't getting paid because he spent it all on pearls, white fox pelts, and keeping that troupe of dancers."
And this small-minded bastard thought he could push Konoha around?
Ye flipped open an account book. The figures were appalling. He slapped it straight into the daimyō's face.
Smack!
Ye walked up to the daimyō, crouched, and patted his shoulder. His voice dropped to a murmur.
"Know where you went wrong?"
"You spent one and a half billion ryō dreaming you were the emperor of a great nation."
"But even in that