At the Land of Grass front, inside Konoha Camp.
"Everyone off duty, come over here."
At the shout, dozens of shinobi ran over to an open area, grinning.
In the clearing, one of Bieshu Feifan's Shadow Clones kept using the Summoning Technique.
Each surge of chakra summoned another batch of supplies.
Rice, flour, grain, oil, weapons, money-everything was there.
The sixty-odd Chunin and Genin following Bieshu Feifan grinned from ear to ear.
"Lord Bieshu, you intercepted more supplies!"
"Hello, Lord Bieshu! I really admire you from the bottom of my heart."
"Lord Bieshu, you're here to hand out supplies again!"
Bieshu Feifan continued using the Summoning Technique as he said with a smile,
"Since you're following me, we all eat when there's food."
As Bieshu Feifan used the Summoning Technique, the supplies intercepted from Iwagakure were gradually summoned over, already forming a small mountain.
Bieshu Feifan beckoned.
"Come register.
"Same rules as always. Chunin get ten percent more, and the wounded get ten percent more."
The sixty-odd shinobi began registering with cheerful smiles.
There was no need to maintain order deliberately; they lined up on their own,
and someone was specifically in charge of keeping records.
After the supplies were distributed, someone brought a few things over and handed them to Bieshu Feifan.
"Lord Bieshu, these are some materials needed to inscribe summoning formulas. I've already sorted them out."
Bieshu Feifan took them, looked them over, and nodded.
"These will work. Thanks for the effort."
The shinobi delivering them hurriedly straightened up.
"It was no trouble. It's my honor to serve the Head of State."
Bieshu Feifan smiled faintly and patted his shoulder.
Besides Bieshu Feifan's group, quite a few other people from Konoha were in Konoha Camp.
Their eyes lit up as they watched Bieshu Feifan's subordinates transporting supplies