At Konoha: Three Choices at the Start

Chiyo's eyes lit up, and her mournful expression vanished. As long as they didn't have to pay Konoha, she was satisfied.

The rest could wait. Dealing with Liuyun came first. She hesitated, then asked,

"Then what do you mean?"

"Pay me, of course. I have nothing to do with Konoha!"

"How much do you want?" Chiyo's expression changed again, her voice sinking.

If anyone else had toyed with her like this, she would already have attacked. But Liuyun was another matter.

Chiyo had lived long enough to recognize that, once the Third Shinobi World War ended, the conflict between Uchiha Liuyun and Hiruzen Sarutobi's faction would be beyond repair.

Liuyun might even wipe them out.

A civil war in Konoha. The thought alone was exciting.

Besides, giving resources to Liuyun would only be icing on the cake. They wouldn't make him any stronger.

Giving them to Konoha was different. War reparations would help the village recover quickly.

If they had to pay someone, she would rather pay Liuyun.

After all, Liuyun was the one who had defeated them. Paying him felt only right.

With that thought, Chiyo said,

"What do you want? As long as your terms aren't too harsh, we Sand Ninja will meet them."

"It's simple. You can definitely do it." Liuyun smiled, his voice almost unnervingly warm.

He pointed. "I want her."

Pakura, who had been watching the exchange, stared at his finger in bewilderment.

She glanced at Chiyo and the other members of the Sand Ninja High Command, then back at the finger pointing at her. Her brows drew together. "Me?"

"Yes. You." Liuyun nodded.

Chiyo froze. Ebizo froze. Rasa, standing beside them, froze too.

What the hell? He didn't want supplies—just a woman?

Weren't all the women he had at home enough?

Pakura was one