Chapter 153: The Daimyo Cannot Be Humiliated
Being insulted by Yasushi like this, the Daimyo's complexion immediately turned red. But after his mouth twitched, ultimately he dared say nothing.
Not only that—fearing angering Yasushi, he didn't even dare wipe the phlegm from his face.
"When you dare wipe the phlegm off in front of me, then bring up recruitment again!" Yasushi said disdainfully.
Seeing Yasushi release the Daimyo, those guard shinobi hastily used Body Flicker over, tightly protecting the Daimyo behind them.
Some wanted to take the Daimyo away. Others waved puppets at Yasushi.
However, Yasushi's chakra fluctuated. Susanoo rose from the ground, slapping all puppets to powder with one palm. Incidentally, his large hand grabbed, seizing the Daimyo back again.
"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!" The Daimyo was scared until his entire body trembled like chaff, waving his hands repeatedly to clear relations: "It wasn't me ordering them to act!"
"They acted on their own initiative!"
Fearing Yasushi wouldn't believe him, the Daimyo poked his head from Susanoo's large hand, stretching his neck to curse at the guards below:
"Fucking Bastards!"
"This gentleman is my honored guest! Who permitted you to attack him?"
"Leave!"
"Get far away!"
The numerous guard shinobi looked at each other. Helplessly, they could only obediently gather their puppets and withdraw again.
"Truly obedient." Yasushi extended his hand, patting the Daimyo's head like petting his own pet dog.
The Daimyo's complexion was awkward, yet he could only accompany with a smiling face—smiling like a domesticated husky.
"I'll assign you another task." Yasushi pointed toward distant Shukaku, saying lightly: "See that Tailed Beast over there?"
"Later send Sand Village an order telling them this Tailed Beast now belongs to me. Don't let them disturb my pet again."
"This..." The Daimyo's complexion froze. But his gaze met Yasushi's ice-cold eyes—immediately he chickened out again, repeatedly nodding and bowing: "No problem!"
"The Tailed Beast causes accidents every year. Many die because of it—their families hate the Tailed Beast to death. Rather than keeping it in the village as a disaster, better to discard it!"
"If sir is willing to accept this disaster, Sand Village would be too grateful! How could they have objections?"
"Haha..." Yasushi felt extremely pleased hearing this, patting the Daimyo with satisfaction as he praised: "You truly are a qualified Daimyo!"
"How about this—if your nation has objections to you, wanting to overthrow your Daimyo rule, you might as well have someone send me a help request."
"Even for shinobi world peace, I'll help you stabilize national ruling authority!"
"Good, good, good! Thank you, thank you." Amid the Daimyo's profuse thanks, Yasushi departed Windswept City with Shukaku.
Watching Shukaku's massive figure disappear from view, the Daimyo's complexion immediately turned gloomy.
"Lord Daimyo, are you unharmed? Should I summon medical shinobi to examine you?"
"Hmph!" The Daimyo's fury finally found an outlet. Pointing at the guard leader's nose, he cursed explosively:
"I nearly died, you know?!"
"Do you understand how much humiliation I just suffered?!"
"If this news spreads, other Great Nations' Daimyo can mock me for a lifetime! Understand?!"
"Extremely sorry!" The guard leader hastily performed dogeza apologizing, pressing his head tightly to the ground as he swore: "Lord Daimyo, please give me a chance to atone through merit."
"I'm willing to lead people pursuing and killing that Uchiha Yasushi! Even if I lose my life, I'll definitely make him pay sufficient price! Absolutely won't let Lord Daimyo suffer in vain!"
The Daimyo's complexion changed several times. After hesitating briefly, he ultimately still felt his own life more important than dignity.
So he stamped his feet and cursed: "Fool!"
"I finally fooled him away, saving this entire city's civilians! Now you still want to provoke him—trying to waste my sacrifice?!"
"Ten thousand apologies!" The guard leader was scared until he dared not raise his head, wishing he could bury his head in the dirt.
After venting, the Daimyo's resentment finally eased somewhat. He turned toward his palace, but after taking just a few steps, discovered everything ahead was flat—all buildings swept clean.
Severed limbs and broken arms everywhere. Intestines and organs flying about.
In the distance remained only a massive crater. Even the original oasis lake had vanished.
His complexion turned ugly. He couldn't help dry-heaving, but more in his heart was lingering fear.
If that Tailed Beast Ball had deviated slightly more toward here, he'd now be one member among the numerous corpses ahead.
After gasping for ages, he finally made a decision. Waving, he called over a still-living confidant, commanding:
"Immediately send someone to tell Sand Village's elders—forget about Rasa! Let him die!"
"Fire Country insulted Wind Country. Wind Country will never forget! Order Sand Village to immediately attack Konoha Village! Fight for Wind Country's dignity!"
"Without my order, no retreat permitted! No peace talks permitted!"
"Regarding war supplies, I'll allocate more to them later."
"But..." Even his confidant was dumbfounded now. He looked left and right, whispering: "Lord Daimyo, currently Windswept City suffered severe damage. Supplies might be insufficient! At this time launching war—"
"Enough. You don't need to worry about supplies." The Daimyo impatiently waved his hand. "Just squeeze more from those commoners—there'll always be surplus grain. Just follow orders!"
Seeing the Daimyo's mind set, his confidant dared not say more. He could only bow in acknowledgment. "Yes, I understand."
"Also, regarding that One-Tail, just say... say I lent it to Uchiha Yasushi. The condition was having him help attack Konoha Village. After Konoha Village's destruction, he'll return it. Right—tell Sand Village people exactly this. Let Sand Village people stop pursuing and sealing the One-Tail."
"Good, I understand." This time his confidant truly understood. Without asking a single superfluous question, he immediately departed Windswept City, heading to Sand Village to relay orders.
After sending away his confidant, the Daimyo found a slightly intact room to sit down. Driving all outsiders from the room, he sat alone there, complexion uncertain.
Everything was merely expediency. A gentleman doesn't stand beneath a dangerous wall! A brave man doesn't eat immediate losses! Those who recognize timing are outstanding talents!
After finding ten thousand reasons for himself, he began pondering how to kill this Uchiha Yasushi without implicating himself.
He must let this damned Uchiha know—the Daimyo cannot be humiliated!