Hana gave another small, clumsy bow, her earlier diplomatic fury now completely replaced by a disarming, almost shy demeanor. She looked directly at Hashirama, her big, dark eyes wide and sincere.
"Hokage sama no need to worry about the 2 billion ryo compensation your clan will keep their words that the child of madara sama will be the second hokage so they won't need to pay 2 billion ryo ,"
Hashirama let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. The immense, crushing weight of hypothetical debt lifted from his shoulders. The relief on his face was palpable. He managed a weak, grateful smile, his natural optimism surging back. "Oh! Well, that's... that's a relief! I knew we could all be reasonable!"
"i made that agreement and let the fire daimyo be a wetness and he will take 1 billion ryo of the compensation, its too insure no one can break the peace by igniting the war grievances between the senju and the uchiha as no senju members will dare go back on the words of the agreement ,"
Tobirama, who had been silently seething over the financial threat, froze. His analytical mind, which had been viewing the penalty as pure extortion, was forced to recalibrate. The child wasn't just making demands; she was constructing a system. By making the Daimyo a vested party who stood to gain a staggering sum from Senju failure, she had created the ultimate deterrent. It wasn't a penalty against the Senju; it was a guarantee for the peace. It was... diabolically brilliant. His icy gaze upon her shifted from one of pure hostility to one of intense, wary study. She had just institutionalized the agreement with a ruthlessness he could only admire.
" sorry for taking your time , but i couldn't resist not meeting mito sama ,to tell the truth i come because i heard about mito sama beauty and intelligence genius woman after all there not much of great women ninjas recorded ,"
Mito Uzumaki, who had been watching the exchange with the calm poise of a queen, finally showed a flicker of genuine surprise, followed by a warm, soft laugh. The flattery was blatant, but coming from a child, it felt utterly sincere. The observation about the lack of recorded great women ninjas, however, struck a deeper chord. It was a simple, innocent statement that highlighted a profound truth of their world. Mito's smile became thoughtful, and she looked at Hana not as a political anomaly, but as a kindred spirit—a sharp mind in a world that often overlooked them.
"now farewell "
With that, Hana turned and waddled towards the door where the two stunned Uchiha elders waited. She had delivered her final masterstroke: absolving the financial threat to ensure goodwill, explaining the ruthless logic of her actions to appeal to Tobirama's cold intellect, and showering Mito with genuine admiration to secure her favor. She had managed to apologize, explain, flatter, and reassure all in a few sentences.
The reactions in the room were stunned silence once more, but of a completely different kind.
· Hashirama looked immensely relieved and slightly emotional. "Such a thoughtful child...! She really does want peace, she just has a... unique way of ensuring it!"
· Tobirama was silent, his arms still crossed, but the tension had left his shoulders. He watched the little girl leave, his mind racing. A three-year-old Uchiha strategist. This changes everything. The potential threat was incalculable, but the potential... utility... was equally vast. He had a new, top-priority variable to factor into every future contingency plan.
· Mito watched Hana go with a soft, knowing smile. She glanced at her husband's relieved face and her brother-in-law's calculating one. "Hashirama," she said, her voice calm but firm. "We should discuss the Uzumaki clan's relocation. And perhaps... a meeting with the Uchiha elders to discuss... future alliances." The little girl's seeds had found fertile ground.
Hana left the Hokage's residence, the door sliding shut behind her, leaving the three most powerful people in Konoha to grapple with the fact that their village's future had just been irrevocably shaped by a toddler who hadn't even bothered to ask for a snack.