"What do you want to change?" the Daimyo of the Land of Earth asked gravely. "Or rather, what can we change?"
As the strongest force in a country, the shinobi were the ones who could determine its course.
The change they wanted was simply to bring the shinobi's power under their control, but the ninja villages would inevitably resist.
In their eyes, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire merely wanted to unite their strength and then attempt to take control of the shinobi's power.
Hidden in the shadows, Asuma Sarutobi was inwardly startled.
That was what they thought, too.
He had no idea what trouble this daimyo was planning. He was speechless at these daimyo. The shinobi had not affected them, so why did they insist on refusing to leave them alone?
Hyuga Akira lightly tapped his folding fan against the table. "Don't you think the existence of both daimyo and Kage creates too much conflict?"
"As Kage, they aren't our retainers, yet they choose their own successors."
And their role amounted to nothing more than a letter of confirmation. If their chosen candidate differed from the village's, none of their opinions would be accepted.
"Hasn't that always been the case?" The Daimyo of the Land of Water was a frail old man.
"Do you have a good solution?"
If this Daimyo of the Land of Fire had a good solution, they had no problem going along with him.
"A good solution? Naturally, we simply eliminate one side," Hyuga Akira said as though it were obvious.
Asuma, hidden in the shadows, was startled. Was this daimyo planning to openly break with them?
"Do you have a way to eliminate them?" the Daimyo of the Land of Wind asked gravely.
The daimyo were all of one mind when it came