Not long afterward,
Sunagakure, the Kazekage's Office.
The Third Kazekage, Chiyo, Ebizo, and several other senior officials looked at a mission, all of them inwardly excited.
It was a commission.
The client was the father of a small-town chief in the Land of Wind.
The mission requested that Sunagakure send its most outstanding young genius to teach his son ninjutsu.
That son was the town chief, Fangwu Zhuren.
And the client's name was Fangwu Zhongjie.
The mission would last six months, with a reward of one hundred million.
Naturally, Bieshu Feifan had posted the mission, and his target was Rasa.
Though it was a small town, its chief was still a noble personally granted his title by the Daimyo of the Land of Wind, so they dared not take it lightly.
Most importantly, that Fangwu Zhongjie was very generous with his money.
One hundred million!
And the Land of Wind had been poor for so long that poverty terrified it.
Especially after its defeat in the Second War, its poverty had reached epic proportions.
For that hundred million, all of Sunagakure's big shots had gathered.
The Third Kazekage spoke first.
"My student Rasa is a genius. He's the best choice."
But before he had finished, Chiyo interrupted him.
"That won't do. Rasa is good, but he has important duties.
I think my grandson Sasori would be excellent. He's a genius too."
"You must be joking, Elder Chiyo. Your grandson may be a genius, but he's too young.
The client's son is already eighteen. He's not suitable."
"If you ask me, my son would be excellent. He's nineteen, close to the client's son in age. He's the best choice for this mission."
Ebizo chuckled.
"They asked for a genius. Your son's almost twenty and still a chunin. What does he have