This left Hyuga Akira somewhat bored.
Today.
Hyuga Akira followed behind the Daimyo as he strolled through his own garden.
After all, with the Daimyo Mansion occupying half the Capital of Fire, having a garden at home was perfectly normal.
"Akira, what do you think of the Land of Fire as it is now?" the Daimyo suddenly asked the same question again.
"What do you think, Lord Daimyo?" Hyuga Akira asked somewhat perfunctorily.
His gaze swept over the nearby lakeshore, where a row of reeds grew. However, the reeds moved along with the Daimyo.
The Shinobi of the Daimyo Protection were all hidden there.
The Daimyo smiled without saying anything and simply continued walking.
Before the two had walked far, they saw a group surrounding a middle-aged man as he hurried toward the Daimyo. The slightly thin middle-aged man respectfully addressed the Daimyo. "Father."
"Hmm." The Daimyo responded indifferently. "How did you find the time to visit me today?"
The middle-aged man asked gravely, "Father, haven't the recent tax increases gone a little too far? Many people have been forced to leave the Capital of Fire."
The Daimyo frowned. He had not raised the taxes. Although he outwardly maintained that Konoha had stolen their commoners and livestock, he actually understood what was going on.
The taxes here were too high, and the class divisions too rigid. That was why so many people wanted to leave the Capital of Fire.
"These matters are not yours to question yet." The Daimyo snorted, looking coldly at his son. "What? Do you want my position?"
"No, Father." The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he was about to explain.
"Enough." The Daimyo swept his sleeve and snapped, "I am the Daimyo now. It isn't your place to interfere. Get out."
The middle-aged man looked somewhat