In the end, the three Kage said nothing. They had long since grown tired of voicing their envy, jealousy, and resentment toward Konoha.
Mizukage Byakuren arrived late as always, only reaching Konoha in the dead of night. Everyone was used to the old geezer's incredible stubbornness by now. They were curious about only one thing-
When exactly was Konoha going to deal with him?
At noon the next day, the Five Kage Summit began again. Most of those attending were familiar faces, but the aide beside Byakuren had changed. The mustached Hozuki Gengetsu had been replaced by a black-haired man nobody recognized.
The first order of business at the Five Kage Summit, the pinnacle of power in the shinobi world, was to shower Hashirama with praise. Wave after wave of shameless flattery nearly drowned him.
"Lord Hokage, you are truly kindhearted! No wonder you're the great hero who brought peace to this troubled world! Such vision and ability are truly admirable!"
Ishikawa took the lead, once again praising him in flowery language.
Seeing that someone had beaten him to it, Reto, Konoha's number one lackey, shot the damned old man a vicious glare, wishing he could tear him apart. Then he quickly composed himself and joined in the flattery:
"Indeed, Konoha grows more prosperous by the day. In the past, we shinobi didn't even have villages of our own, yet after just a few years, even the daimyo can't compare to us. This is all thanks to Lord Hashirama!"
Raikage A had clearly come prepared this time. He pulled a cheat sheet from his wide sleeve and began reading from it, his voice rising and falling with considerable emotion. He must have received professional coaching.
"Ah, Lord Hokage, your might is unrivaled throughout the world, your wisdom beyond compare, and