"Brothers! Eat and drink your fill!"
"You're all mighty warriors of my Land of Fire!"
"Hahaha! You should've seen the Land of Lightning Daimyo's face! He looked absolutely sick!"
The Land of Fire Daimyo shared a table with Danzo and his two companions, constantly calling out to the Eastern Front soldiers nearby.
That was right.
At the Daimyo's insistence, three thousand Eastern Front elites had entered the capital for a feast...
The scenarios Lord Danzo had imagined-"achievements so great they threatened the ruler" and "an army seizing the country"-had never even crossed the Daimyo's mind.
Perhaps it wasn't just the people of the Shinobi World who had grown accustomed to its warped system; these nobles were deeply entrenched in it, too.
They believed ninja wouldn't dare lay a hand on nobles.
Konoha ninja surrounded them on every side, digging into dishes they had never even seen before with both hands, like ravenous ghosts reborn.
No matter how creatively the cooks prepared coarse grains, they were still coarse grains.
Takahashi Yū saw more than one ninja eating with tears in his eyes.
Meanwhile, old Danzo was thinking that, if they disregarded the Shinobi World's reaction, he could smash his cup as a signal and seize the Daimyo right now. Wouldn't that send them soaring!
What a shame!
Who knew whether another golden opportunity like this would ever come along?
The Daimyo was also very pleased with the Eastern Front ninja's reaction. He felt he had done an excellent job of winning their hearts!
But he had overlooked one thing: would ordinary ninja pay so little attention to their manners in front of the Daimyo?
Clearly, the Eastern Front ninja held little regard for the Daimyo. They cared even less about him, the Land of Fire Daimyo, than the food on their