Hearing those words, everyone present froze on the spot.
Sarutobi Hiruzen and the others instinctively turned their eyes toward Renya, their faces filled with disbelief.
Renya actually dared to speak to the Daimyō like that?! Wasn't this far too disrespectful?!
Everyone knew that a Daimyō was the head of a country — in terms of position, he even ranked above a village's Kage.
And yet, Renya had the audacity to threaten the Daimyō of the Land of Lightning. It was as if he didn't put the Land of Lightning in his eyes at all.
In their minds, this was simply unbelievable.
However, Shimura Danzō's reaction was different from the others. His face was filled with approval and admiration.
To him, there was nothing wrong with this approach. Since they refused to agree, then just keep fighting until they had no choice but to agree!
You couldn't afford to bow and scrape before people like this.
The Land of Fire was the victor of the war, while the Land of Lightning was the defeated nation. Since they'd lost, they had to accept the demands of the winner and do everything possible to fulfill them.
If they didn't agree?
Then keep fighting!
As long as they beat these people hard enough, scared them enough, they wouldn't dare covet the Land of Fire again.
The Daimyō of the Land of Lightning's haughty attitude had always irritated Danzō, so seeing Renya act so directly made him feel more than a little satisfied.
Senju Tobirama's expression, on the other hand, didn't change at all. He simply observed everyone's faces calmly and silently.
When his gaze swept across Danzō, he gave the slightest of nods before returning his attention to Renya.
This boy's actions had exceeded everyone's expectations. Nobody would have thought that Renya would actually dare to threaten the Daimyō openly.
It was impulsive, yes, but Tobirama found himself quite pleased with such behavior…
It even saved him the trouble of making threats himself.
The Daimyō of the Land of Lightning looked at the black-haired, red-eyed boy before him, fear twisting his insides despite the anger flashing across his face.
This damn brat not only dared lay hands on him but even dared to threaten him!
How… how dare he?!
A mere shinobi from the Land of Fire, threatening a Daimyō of a nation!
He felt that his authority as Daimyō was being openly challenged. He was about to lash out and reprimand Renya, but when his gaze met those scarlet Sharingan eyes, the words stuck in his throat, refusing to come out.
Instinct screamed at him that this boy was dangerous.
If he really dared to shout at him, who knew what this lunatic might do?
For the sake of his life, it was better not to provoke him.
Otherwise, if this boy got carried away and killed him on the spot, wouldn't that be a massive loss?
A Daimyō who sat atop endless wealth and power had no intention of dying here — he hadn't enjoyed enough of life yet.
Better to play along for now, and once they were gone… settle accounts later.
He'd put a five-hundred-million ryō bounty on their heads — let's see who could survive then!
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"Have you thought it through?" Renya's cold voice broke the silence. "My patience has its limits."
Just how did a mere mortal, no matter his title, dare act arrogant in front of shinobi?!
Power and wealth were nothing compared to strength. As long as one had strength, power and wealth would naturally follow.
Hearing such blatant threats, the Daimyō felt a burning anger in his chest, but he still forced a strained smile onto his face.
"Hehe… I wonder, how much do you want?"
This boy was still young. He probably wouldn't dare ask for too much. It should be easy enough to send him away.
Renya slowly raised three fingers.
The Daimyō's face lit up with a brilliant smile the moment he saw that, convinced that this kid would be easy to deal with.
So it was only three hundred million ryō, huh?
He glanced resentfully at Renya — all this trouble, just for three hundred million?
Fine, he'd treat it as paying to ward off disaster.
To him, this amount was nothing more than a drop in the ocean. He didn't even feel like bargaining. He just wanted to give Renya the money and send them off quickly.
Once they left the Daimyō's mansion, he could issue a massive bounty and have them eliminated.
"Hahaha, three hundred million, is it?" The Daimyō waved his hand generously, laughing loudly. "I agree!"
Consider it the price of Senju Tobirama and his people's lives — he could give them that much without regret.
After all, these people wouldn't be alive much longer anyway.
Once he posted a five-hundred-million-ryō bounty, countless bounty hunters would flock to claim it. Sooner or later, these people would be hunted down like dogs.
The thought alone sent a rush of satisfaction through him, and in his mind, he could already see Tobirama and the others lying in pools of their own blood.
But as the Daimyō basked in his imagined victory, Renya's expression turned strange.
It seemed the man had completely misunderstood him.
"Daimyō-sama, you've got it wrong…" Renya shook his head slightly and clarified, "Not three hundred million ryō… but thirty billion."
"...What?!"
The Daimyō's smile instantly froze.
What the hell did this brat just say?!
Thirty… billion?! How dare he even utter such words…
He had thought Tobirama's earlier demand of ten billion ryō was already outrageously excessive, but this boy was even greedier than that!
The annual tax revenue of the Land of Lightning barely reached twenty to thirty billion ryō — and this kid was demanding an entire year's worth of their nation's income!
Not only the Daimyō, but Sarutobi Hiruzen and the others wore expressions like they'd just seen a ghost. They stared at Renya in disbelief, wondering if their ears were deceiving them.
"Renya… what did he just say?" Hiruzen muttered, dazed.
"I… think he said thirty billion ryō," Uchiha Kagami said, swallowing hard.
"He is insane!" Danzō blurted out, stunned.
Sure, he agreed with extorting the Daimyō of the Land of Lightning — but not like this!
Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought Renya would dare demand thirty billion.
This wasn't negotiation anymore — this was daylight robbery!
No, actually… this was even better than robbery.
Even robbers couldn't take this much in one go!
Even Senju Tobirama's composed expression finally cracked, shock and disbelief mixing on his face.
Thirty billion ryō… how could this brat even say such a thing?!
Tobirama himself had only expected to extort about five hundred million. But Renya… Renya had gone and multiplied that figure by six!
The air in the grand hall instantly became heavy, frozen and tense.
The Daimyō's face darkened, his fingers clenching so tightly on the armrest that his knuckles turned white.
"Th… thirty billion?!"
Renya's three fingers remained raised firmly in the air, his lips curling into a faint smile.
"That's right. Thirty billion."
"You!" The Daimyō suddenly stood up, his face twisting in rage. "This is extortion! Thirty billion is nearly an entire year of the Land of Lightning's—"
But he bit his tongue, stopping himself before he blurted out too much. Why tell them their tax revenue?
"Thirty billion is absolutely impossible!" The Daimyō snorted coldly and dropped back into his seat.
Thirty billion? They'd have to kill him first!
Of course, Renya knew perfectly well that the Daimyō would never agree to such a sum. He'd only set the price that high to leave room for negotiation.
Tobirama had initially opened at ten billion, but in the end, Konoha would almost certainly get less than that — maybe six or seven billion at most.
But this Daimyō was filthy rich. If they didn't bleed him dry now, it would be a waste.
Seeing the Daimyō's sullen silence, Renya's patience finally ran out.
"Daimyō-sama, I think you still haven't figured out the situation here," Renya said coldly. "The Land of Lightning is the defeated nation…"
"If you're unwilling to pay reparations…" Renya's Sharingan spun slowly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"…then the war continues."
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