The Daimyo arrived at the former Daimyo of the Land of Waterfalls' residence. Looking at the luxurious villa, the Daimyo of the Land of Rain felt that his own large house was practically a doghouse, and he immediately grew self-conscious. As a Daimyo, he was certainly prone to comparing himself with his peers.
But what did he look like beside them? To exaggerate a little, he felt like a tribal chief arriving at the United Nations in outlandish clothes that barely covered him, while everyone else wore immaculate suits.
"The Daimyo of the Land of Rain? I haven't been a Daimyo for over two years. These days, I'm just a small-time restaurant owner." The former Daimyo of the Land of Waterfalls chuckled when he saw him. He had been among the first people in the village to start a business and had reaped all the benefits of its rapid development, so expanding his enterprise had come easily.
His offerings catered to every class, from the wealthy and merchants to ordinary people. He had established three separate brands that did not interfere with one another. Although he had to pay considerable taxes, he would have no trouble leaving all this wealth to his descendants.
He's showing off, especially after seeing how I look, the Daimyo of the Land of Rain thought. As a Daimyo, he was hardly ignorant of everything, and his desire to sell his country grew stronger.
He did not want to spend another day in that backward place. The former Daimyo of the Land of Waterfalls then took him around to experience his businesses firsthand. Uchiha Mu could only call it a job well done. It seemed he would not need to offer a particularly high price.
Meanwhile.
Uchiha Mu's clone looked at Hanzō from the Land of