The Daimyo... Should Also Become History

"Mitokado Homura thought that card was his trump card."

Uchiha En walked over to the window, gazing in the direction of the Capital:

"Yet he didn't know that the first copy of the secret letter was the one I showed you."

"He also didn't know how that Prince in the Land of Fire died."

Shikaku Nara snapped his head up.

The Prince's death?

Of course he knew about that matter; the Fire Country Prince died at the hands of those in the Akatsuki cloak, and Konoha even tightened its border patrols because of it.

Yet what if...

What if that wasn't done by some Akatsuki organization...

Uchiha En did not look at him, his voice as flat as if he were speaking of a trivial matter:

"Within the Daimyo's Mansion, who received whose money, intermarried with which clan, and spoke up for whom."

"The Ninja Cat Intelligence Network and the Bounty Office have long since turned the Capital upside down."

He stood up, looking at Shikaku.

"Shikaku, you only need to clean up the inside of Konoha."

"As for the Daimyo's side..."

"I will handle it."

Shikaku sat there, silent for a long time.

Then, he slowly stood up, and said solemnly, "This subordinate understands."

He asked no further questions.

Because he no longer needed to ask.

This young Hokage's perspective was far larger than he had imagined.

After Shikaku left, the office grew quiet once again.

Uchiha En stood before the window, gazing toward the direction of the Capital in the Land of Fire.

"The Daimyo... should also become history."

Before the sky was fully bright, the streets and alleys of Konoha already had voices.

The vegetable market.

A vegetable vendor arranged a bundle of greens into a basket, lowering her voice as she leaned toward the neighboring