Is that so?
The Old Man agreed?
Shimizu Kantsuki was actually quite surprised.
But on second thought, it made sense.
The Hyūga clan was simply too large for the high command to ignore forever.
Moreover, the Hyūga were different from the Uchiha.
They were obedient.
When the high command told the clan head's own brother to die, he actually died.
What more do you want?
However, loyalty still needed to be demonstrated.
Over the next few days.
Kantsuki reported to the Hokage's office daily.
Both implicitly and explicitly, he expressed that he, Shimizu Kantsuki, was closely following in the footsteps of Lord Hokage.
Hearing this made the Third Hokage beam with joy.
His gums were practically showing from how wide he smiled.
He just loved hearing his loyal lad talk. It sounded good, unlike others who couldn't speak clearly.
Thus, the Third Hokage waved his hand grandly.
Go ahead and do it!
This old man will always be your shield!
However, Shimura Danzo had a slight opinion.
He wasn't worried about Kantsuki contacting the Hyūga clan.
He was worried about the Hyūga clan contacting Kantsuki.
So, Danzo dropped some hints in private.
"Kantsuki..."
"You are different from them. You have the Will of Fire."
"So do business well. Work hard to make money."
"By the way."
"If the Hyūga clan asks you for money, you absolutely cannot share it with them."
Shimura Danzo had thought this through clearly.
He had lost all credibility with the other interest groups because he had pitted them so badly last month.
Therefore, if a new interest group—like the Hyūga—wanted to participate, he, Danzo, would definitely be the one pushed out to make room.
Make room?
Share money?
Just thinking about it made Danzo's flesh ache.
Anything else could be discussed, but sharing money was absolutely out of the question!
His Root organization, his clan, and the endless requests from Orochimaru... cough.
There were too many places that needed money.
He had just gotten enough money to loosen his belt. If he had to give it up, wouldn't he have to face those dead-faced Root subordinates again?
Face the sallow, starving faces of his clan crying poverty?
Face Orochimaru's scalp-numbing demands for research funds?
Understood.
The high command is terrified of poverty...
Kantsuki understood their demands perfectly. He immediately patted his chest and guaranteed:
"The profits of the clothing empire have already been allocated. We definitely can't let others cut in."
"Besides, doesn't Lord Hokage have to make the final decision on this?"
With Kantsuki's guarantee, the old fogies finally relaxed.
As long as money wasn't taken out of their pockets, everything was fine.
Newly rich after a long drought, they looked at everyone like a potential thief.
They also watched Kantsuki very closely.
They were terrified that something might happen to their God of Wealth, or that his money-making brain might get damaged.
"Lord Shimizu, this way please!"
A Nara clan ninja bowed respectfully, asking for instructions.
He indicated he wanted to treat Kantsuki to tea.
Who in the Ino-Shika-Cho trio didn't know that this man was their meal ticket now?
"Next time. I still have matters at the hospital."
"Next time for sure! Lord Shimizu! This is fresh picked! Grown by our own family!"
A Yamanaka clan ninja condemned the Nara dog's bootlicking behavior with a glare.
Then, rubbing his hands together, he leaned in.
"Lord Shimizu, are you free tonight? My wife's cooking is quite good. How about a drink?"
"Make way! Make way! Do you even understand eating? Lord Shimizu, my Akimichi clan is particular about food. How about I set up a few tables to invite you?"
"Next time, next time for sure!"
Kantsuki leisurely declined the invitations, stepping unhurriedly through the snow.
Drinking in the middle of winter?
I'm waiting to go home and have Mrs. Yukinoshita and Haruno warm my bed.
"Eh, eh, eh! Director, why are you alone!"
The hospital executives, the young duo Iyashi and Kanpō, rushed forward enthusiastically to welcome him.
Welcome Director Shimizu to his loyal Konoha Hospital!
Iyashi immediately took the gifts given by the Ino-Shika-Cho trio. How can we let Director Shimizu carry things himself!
Kanpō led the way with a beaming smile.
The other four old veterans didn't come, not because they weren't loyal, but because they were too busy.
Because the wages were so good, those old guys wished they could eat and sleep in the hospital to work more.
Director Shimizu had said it:
Do well, triple salary!
Year-end benefits and bonuses!
"Take them and distribute them."
Kantsuki didn't lack these gifts; frankly, they couldn't give him anything particularly good anyway.
"Yes, sir!"
Kanpō sprang into action.
Smiling broadly, he hugged the pile of gifts and ran to the various departments.
Colleagues!
Director Shimizu is giving out benefits again!
Iyashi waited for further orders. He pursed his lips.
He wasn't like that hothead Kanpō. Doing things for the leader wasn't as good as following the leader's footsteps.
Who didn't know that Konoha Hospital had turned over a new leaf?
Walking outside, they could hold their heads high.
We have money!
Kantsuki didn't mind the subordinates' happiness. It was good to let them be happy, as long as it didn't delay work.
In the Office.
Little Hinata had come to play again.
Iyashi sensibly retreated, leaving the leader alone to play with the lolita.
Kantsuki scooped Hinata up onto his lap.
Little Hinata was somewhat used to Big Brother's closeness now.
She consciously lifted her little feet.
She knew Big Brother liked to play with her little feet the most.
Her short legs, clad in white silk stockings, were snow-white, looking like delicious ice cream.
Hmm.
It seems the influence of the clothing empire has radiated to the locals.
Even little Hinata had white silk to wear.
He remembered white silk wasn't cheap...
This proved the Hyūga clan still had some reserves. They weren't as poor as they looked.
No.
It's also possible they are slapping their swollen faces to look fat.
Scratching his chin, Kantsuki leaned toward the latter.
Little Hinata blinked her large, cute eyes.
Her chin tickled from Big Brother's scratching.
Her face was flushed, and she didn't dare look at Big Brother's face.
As the legitimate daughter of a great clan, she knew some things.
"B-Big Brother, let me massage your shoulders..."
She was craving snacks a little.
But she couldn't just keep eating and drinking for free; her upbringing wouldn't allow it.
So she prepared to massage Big Brother's shoulders.
As the Hyūga heiress, she had never learned massage. But the Hyūga Gentle Fist Taijutsu allowed her to figure it out naturally.
Truly sensible...
Kantsuki thought Hinata looked very sweet massaging him seriously.
No wonder in Naruto, Hinata could come from behind to become number one in popularity. It wasn't without reason.
"Hinata, did you know that when a person eats sweets, their little mouth becomes sweet too?"
"Eh? Eh? I-I don't know. Is that true?"
"Mn. I don't know either. How about we test it to see if it's true?"
"Mn? How do we test it, Big Brother?"
Little Hinata looked confused, her small mouth slightly open, shining with an alluring color.
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