In the past, the Daimyo might have complained to his attendants in his bedchamber again, venting his frustration without taking any action, even if he nearly fainted from rage. But the current Daimyo was different. He was still furious, yet he was already plotting how to retaliate against Konoha Ninja Village and punish it for all its disrespectful conduct.
Why? Because the Daimyo now had a very useful blade at his disposal, one that obeyed his commands completely instead of acting as it pleased like Konoha Ninja Village.
The Daimyo regarded the masked man standing nearby with satisfaction. He was the ninja who had previously stopped the royal procession and introduced himself as Tobi. His words had sounded pleasing enough then, but the Daimyo had not taken them seriously. In fact, he had felt a lingering resentment over the man daring to intercept his procession alone. When he ordered his men to test Tobi, he secretly instructed them not to hold back.
To his surprise, the guards at his side proved no match for the man. The Daimyo's guards possessed at least the skills of a jonin, yet they had lost to him. Judging by Tobi's demeanor, he had won with remarkable ease.
According to his subordinates' reports, this ninja named Tobi was probably stronger than an ordinary jonin and not far below the Kage of the Five Great Shinobi Villages. That was high praise indeed. As fellow practitioners of chakra, how could they not know how powerful those Kage were?
At the same time, they had their doubts. Why would such a powerful ninja come here? Traditionally, serving a noble was the safest choice for a ninja, freeing them from the struggle to survive. But someone as strong as Tobi should have been able to live comfortably in a