Escorting the caravan

"Oh, they're just a few brats. How strong could they possibly be? Sakumo is the powerful ninja I trust. The others are just extras. Sakumo, go get ready! We're leaving this afternoon."

Fujitō Jishang gave Qingyun and the other two a disdainful glance, then addressed Hatake Sakumo.

"You..."

Hearing Fujitō Jishang's words, Kushina immediately wanted to argue, but Qingyun caught her arm. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head at her.

Kushina glared indignantly at Fujitō Jishang, but under Qingyun's stern gaze, she could only let it go for now.

Qingyun had been a little angry himself, but in this world, the customer was king. They could refuse the mission, but they couldn't curse at the wealthy merchant.

Besides, he was the richest merchant in the Land of Fire and surely had many dealings with Konoha. Otherwise, Hiruzen Sarutobi wouldn't have introduced him with such solemnity.

"Mr. Fujitō, they're the finest team I've ever led. They may be young, but they're stronger than some Jonin and Elite Jonin.

If you insist on looking down on them, then I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't accept your mission. Please find someone else."

After hearing Fujitō Jishang's remarks, Hatake Sakumo approached him and bowed, neither servile nor overbearing.

"Oh? Since you say so, Sakumo, I apologize for underestimating you."

Fujitō Jishang's pupils contracted slightly at Hatake Sakumo's words. His expression changed in an instant, his face blooming into a broad smile as he approached Qingyun and the other two to apologize.

Fujitō Jishang was wealthy—the richest merchant in the Land of Fire. Even the daimyo treated him with respect.

But precisely because of that, he had plenty of goods to ship to countries around the world every year, and he needed to hire ninja to escort them.

He was a businessman.