"Madara Uchiha!"
Hearing that name, the Daimyo grew even more frightened.
Before succeeding to his position, he had heard the previous Daimyo mention that name countless times. Madara Uchiha, the Asura of the Ninja World, was an existence on par with Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi.
Compared to Hashirama Senju, however, Madara Uchiha was far less reasonable. If a problem arose with Hashirama Senju, there might still be room for discussion and negotiation.
But if it was Madara Uchiha, the only option was to wait for death. After all, that terrifying Asura of the Ninja World did not care who you were.
Whether you were a noble or a Daimyo, once he decided to kill you, you had to die.
"Then what should we do, Lord Mui? Will Madara Uchiha come to kill us?"
"Don't panic, Daimyo. Kusagakure was destroyed several days ago. If Madara Uchiha wanted to kill us, we would probably be dead already."
Hearing this, the Daimyo breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're right, Lord Mui. I was being too nervous."
The distance between the Land of Grass's Capital City and Kusagakure was not particularly great. A carriage could cover it in about a day.
For a shinobi, who could travel much faster, especially someone as powerful as Madara Uchiha, he could destroy Kusagakure at night and arrive at the Daimyo's Mansion in Capital City to take their heads the next morning.
"Then what do we do next? Keep waiting?"
Mui thought for a moment before speaking.
"How about this? You keep waiting, Daimyo, while I go meet this Chiba Tetsuya and see where he stands."
"No! That's not enough!"
Perhaps Kusagakure's destruction had finally made the Daimyo resolve himself.
"Kusagakure is gone. The impact of this is far too great. We must get more out