The Daimyo of the Land of Fire looked at the situation before him, slammed the table, and stood straight up.
"Asuma, put your weapons away. Uchiha Raimei, stop glaring with those blood-red eyes of yours, too."
"How about this? Since it has already happened, let bygones be bygones. Uchiha Raimei, hand over the wealth you seized from those households.
I'll find their surviving descendants and pass it on to them.
As an apology, your Uchiha Clan will henceforth turn over a thirty-percent stake in your Uchiha Factory to the Daimyo's Mansion.
Then, on my authority, this matter ends here!"
"Lord Daimyo, isn't this indulging the Uchi-"
"Enough. I said enough. Do you understand me? Sa...ru...to...bi... A...su...ma!"
The Daimyo of the Land of Fire stared fixedly at Asuma, enunciating every syllable.
"As you command, Lord Daimyo."
Asuma reluctantly lowered his head, forcing himself to accept this outcome.
"Hahaha, settled, then. I'll host a banquet at noon to welcome Captain Raimei!"
The Daimyo of the Land of Fire was extremely happy at that moment.
Those few deaths had brought him such enormous profits. Of course he was happy.
Dead people were dead.
He could always recruit more.
With that money, the interest alone would be enough to recruit ten times as many people.
The daimyo was delighted.
Asuma was utterly frustrated.
And Raimei looked completely bewildered.
What... what... what the hell!!!
That string of words had rattled out of the daimyo's mouth like a bout of diarrhea.
He hadn't even processed any of it yet.
Meanwhile, the daimyo was practically ready to have the dancing girls in his mansion take the stage for an erotic dance.
Then he saw those two targets walk out of the inner room, smiling.
The sight of his targets instantly snapped Raimei back to his senses.
"**Wait,