Sometimes, things in this world were just that absurd.
One moment, people wanted nothing more than to kill each other on the spot; the next, those same enemies could sit down at a table to discuss working together.
In the end, that old saying still held true: there were no eternal friends or eternal enemies in this world, only eternal interests.
In the battle just now, Iwagakure had lost more than half its elite forces, and Jin Uchiha had nearly died there. But none of that stopped the two sides from doing business. When it was time to fight, they fought; when it was time to cooperate, they cooperated just the same.
Once the terms were settled, Yan Uchiha bid Ōnoki farewell and left.
Watching him disappear into the distance, Ōnoki couldn't help shaking his head.
"What a strange Uchiha."
"He even dares to sell Ninja Tools. Does he care so much about money that he doesn't care whether he lives?"
Despite those words, a faint smile soon appeared on his face.
"Still, this works out nicely."
Iwagakure could buy Ninja Tools from the Land of Fire at a low price, then stab the Uchiha in the back at a critical moment. Once word of this got out, the Uchiha and Konoha High Command would probably be at each other's throats again.
At that point, this shipment of Ninja Tools would be more than merchandise. It would be a trump card he could play at any time.
"Heh, the Uchiha." Ōnoki sneered. "You might make some money, but Iwagakure certainly won't lose out."
When nations went to war, who had time for dignity or morality? Victory was all that mattered. No one cared how it was achieved.
Ōnoki had never taken the Uchiha seriously, nor had he given any real