"Leave him hanging for an hour. Let him cool his head."
"A brat who stirred up a little trouble in the village with some muscle actually thinks he can soar to the heavens in one step?"
The daimyo's face was full of mocking amusement.
"He needs to understand that ninja are nothing more than dogs raised by us nobles."
"How many bones they get, and when they get them, depends entirely on their master's mood."
"His predecessor, Hiruzen Sarutobi, was an obedient old dog. Unfortunately, he got old and became useless."
"This new one needs to be properly put in his place, so he knows who the true master of this land is."
Beside him, a man wearing ornate samurai armor, apparently the captain of the guards, smiled ingratiatingly. "Your Highness is wise!"
"The head of a mere ninja village dares to act presumptuously before you? When we meet him later, all it'll take is one word from you, and I'll show him what we're capable of!"
"Hahaha, well said!"
The daimyo laughed heartily.
He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of having everything under his control.
In his eyes, ninja were merely a bunch of simple-minded tools with well-developed limbs.
As long as their military funding was held back and they were granted a few empty titles, they could be made to work themselves to the bone for him.
This Uchiha Yao looked young, so he would surely be even easier to control.
He had even planned how he would use the issue of military funding to force this young man to swear loyalty to him when they met.
An hour later.
The side hall's doors finally opened again.
It was still that same steward, his arrogance now even more obvious.
"Lord Yao, the daimyo wishes to see you."
Uchiha Yao