Izuna, restore the glory of the Uchiha!

Seeing that Izuna had spoken, Yuichi stopped being coy, but he still seemed hesitant to reveal all his thoughts at once. He tentatively said:

"Think about it, Lord Izuna, inquiring about Lord Madara's whereabouts is practically buying information, isn't it?"

Izuna raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

It turns out that Xingyi really took what he said last time to heart.

Seeing the change in Izuna's expression, Koichi said no more, leaving it at that. He had already conveyed his advice; as for how to make the decision, that was up to Izuna.

Izuna returned to his seat and leaned back in his chair.

If we really have no other choice, this might be a solution.

The scroll on the table was still open, and Granny Cat's reply mentioned, to some extent, that one could seek help from information brokers, as for who to choose...

He only knows one person.

"I'll try anything, even if it's a dead end," Izuna thought, picking up his pen.

Her reply came quickly.

Those who work in intelligence naturally have some special channels that are not known to others, but the speed is also a sign that they really care. No matter who the recipient is, they should find it very useful.

However, the first salutation in the letter made Izuna's lips twitch slightly.

To our dearest patron...

The other party's intention to hold a grudge couldn't be clearer, and all he had done was casually mention a joke about the courtesan in a previous letter.

Taketori Shiro understood his intentions with very little effort in deciphering his cryptic letter.

After all, there aren't many people who would make Izuna cautiously inquire about their whereabouts, and the requests to follow them were more out of concern than threat.

Regardless of the fact that the information in Izuna's letter was valuable enough for Taketori Shiro to make a fortune, he also included a sizable check. Information brokers were all willing to serve this generous patron very well.

Of course, none of these things made the trafficker as happy as the letter itself.

In short, she also subtly and sympathetically expressed her understanding of Izuna's meaning, but—

Tracking down such a big shot in the ninja world is obviously very difficult. Compared to the generous reward, bounty hunters value their lives more. The origin of this mission is too difficult to explain, and that person's methods are really decisive.

Taketori Shiro expressed her deep regret at being unable to help, and promised not to reveal a word about the matter, hoping that Izuna would accept her small apology.

A beautiful plaque.

In her letter, she thoughtfully mentioned that the journey must have been very difficult, and coincidentally, she and her friends ran a chain of inns—a chain that was not obvious on the surface.

The token's message was simple: meals and lodging were included, but the hotel was obviously aware of the code on the back of the token.

In this way, although real-time location is not possible, it is still possible to simply—if Izuna doesn't mind Taketori Shiro's humble way of speaking, her original words were roughly—obtain Madara's basic location.

Holding such a letter, its size was naturally small, and it looked very convenient to deliver, so that Izuna could receive the letter quickly.

The content above was incredibly clear, with concise text and abundant emotion. Izuna believed that Madara could learn a lot from Taketori Shiro in this regard.

Putting the letter away and playing with the warm, smooth wooden plaque, Izuna secretly pondered Taketori Shiro's intentions.

Although she said she couldn't do it, she had almost resolved the matter, and clearly no one could have done it better than her.

He certainly wouldn't so readily believe that self-deprecating statement, or even go any further.

He was also willing to believe that the check he had sent out meant nothing to this woman, and was merely a means for him to accept the token in a more natural way.

So she accepted it.

The token was quickly sent out along with Izuna's reply to Madara's letter home, carrying Izuna's instructions to ensure that his older brother behaved well.

Having resolved this major threat, Izuna felt a great sense of relief. He practically floated out of the office—he knew Koichi was secretly laughing behind him, and that Koichi's family would have something new to eat for dinner.

As usual, he went to the commercial street after get off work; he now needed to buy dinner for three people.

The school building door was knocked open, and as he expected, Zhili had already arrived.

She and the daytime guards had already agreed on the shift change time, so this didn't count as arriving early.

He was greeted by Tobirama, who stood in the opposite corner from Chiri, with a resentful expression.

Of course he knew that Izuna had been out recently. Look at this purple-haired guy, it seems like he would poke at the slightest disturbance if Izuna was hanging on the cross stake again.

God knows what kind of hell he's been living lately!

The three sat at a round table. Izuna seemed to be in the best mood, looking at the two silent, hostile figures, and expressing his emotions without reservation:

Wow.

His response was Tobirama's violent coughing as he choked, and Jiri's expression as if he almost vomited after taking a sip of water.

The two of them could certainly see Izuna's joy and relaxation, but unfortunately, this happiness couldn't be conveyed to them, at least not when the two of them were in the same space.

Izuna didn't force them to accept his joyful expression. He picked up his water glass, took a sip, and continued:

"During my absence, what progress has been made in the experiment?"

Tobirama knew it was his turn to speak, so he picked up the kettle, wanting to moisten his mouth before saying anything.

The kettle is empty.

This small water container seemed insufficient to accommodate the needs of three people at the same time. Tobirama placed the empty kettle on the table and spoke dryly:

"The second-generation reagent for intercolumn cells has been validated through two experiments."

Tobirama paused, not because the rest of his words were difficult to explain, but because he saw the other two men viciously reaching for the takoyaki skewers while he was speaking.

He immediately grabbed a bamboo skewer and joined the fray, chattering incessantly:

"It is expected that the effect of injecting the Sharingan with three tomoe will also fall within the safe threshold."

……

ah!"

The battle ultimately ended in Tobirama's defeat. Putting aside the fact that he joined too late and had already lost the initiative, to be more specific, his hand-eye coordination was not as steady as Izuna's, and his ability to control the camera angle was not as good as Chiri's.

Frustrated, Tobirama smashed the takoyaki in his bowl and continued his mealtime report:

"The results of these two experiments will be available tonight."

Izuna, are you planning to get the injection?

Izuna swallowed the food with difficulty. He had just taken too much. He should have left some for Tobirama so that the guy wouldn't keep staring at him.

"Me?"

He let out a burp.

"I'm not in a hurry. Let's see how it goes with my brother first."

Tobirama slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his expression one of utter despair.

"You hit Sakura?!"