Iwagakure.
Ōnoki stared at the intelligence in his hand, his brows tightly furrowed.
He tossed the intelligence report onto the table.
"Everyone, tell me. What should we do?"
A new powerhouse had emerged in Konoha.
Sakumo Hatake, the White Fang.
His ability to cleave through a mountain range with a single strike truly carried echoes of Hashirama Senju.
But his severely wounded state afterward also showed that Konoha had not produced another God of Shinobi.
The God of Shinobi would not lose his ability to fight after merely cutting through a mountain range.
Konoha had produced another capable man.
Looking at the few scattered talents seated around Iwagakure's conference table gave Ōnoki a headache.
Why didn't Iwagakure have geniuses like that?
They were relying entirely on numbers now.
If even someone with half the White Fang's talent appeared, he would definitely nurture them with everything he had.
"The White Fang's strength will upset the balance."
"If the White Fang appears on our battlefield, we'll suffer devastating losses."
"We must find a way to restrain the White Fang."
The Elite Jonin at the meeting discussed the matter heatedly, yet not one of them offered a solution.
The veins on Ōnoki's forehead bulged. He slapped the table, cutting off their discussion.
"Enough."
"I told you to come up with a solution, not sigh over the White Fang's threat."
Listening to them made his head buzz.
The important thing was that these people were among the village's key fighting forces.
They had neither strength nor brains.
Without him, this village would fall apart sooner or later.
"If the White Fang appears on the battlefield, Iwagakure members may abandon their missions and retreat."
Rubbing his brow, Ōnoki issued the order.
That mountain-cleaving strike was indeed frightening, but if he went all out, he could