The Uchiha bastards had really taken things too far.
Nobody who made it into the upper ranks was a fool.
They read the notice the Uchiha had issued over and over. The wording sounded lovely, all about benefiting the ordinary villagers, but underneath, it was complete fucking bullshit.
The knife was aimed plain and clear at them, the Konoha High Command.
Could the village's accounts be laid open for outsiders to inspect?
Not over their dead bodies.
If everything went public, how were they supposed to funnel money into their own clans?
Without that public money coming in, could the Shinobi Clans behind them have grown as large as they were today?
As for that rule about breaking up the Shinobi Clans' private holdings, they could forget it.
Those were each clan's lifeblood. Without their businesses, how would they train their own ninja in the future?
If their clans couldn't even survive, what else was there to discuss?
The knife the Uchiha had thrust at them this time was more vicious than digging up someone's ancestral graves.
This couldn't be suppressed.
Hiruzen Sarutobi stared at the notice, his lips trembling with anger as he forced words through his teeth.
Well played, Yan Uchiha. You've got some tricks.
His original plan had been to toss the Uchiha a few sweeteners to keep them satisfied, freeing his hands to deal with the war on the Front Lines. Settling accounts with them could wait until after the war.
Who could have imagined that these insatiable Uchiha bastards would pull this fucking stunt the moment the hole in the accounts had been filled?
They wouldn't even give him a single peaceful day. They were trying to hound him to death.
Hiruzen Sarutobi was so furious he nearly ground his teeth to pieces.
Last time,