"Wh... no one died?"
Madara's already pockmarked, uneven face now bore a huge question mark. What they had just said completely overturned everything he had ever known.
There were wars where no one died? Was this still the age of shinobi?
He wondered to himself, Was this really not the brutal world I knew?
Fourth Raikage A's face instantly flushed bright red.
"Don't be fooled by their superficial kindness. Their current performance does nothing to change the evil nature in their hearts! The reason they chose not to kill us outright, besides greedily plundering our land, is surely because they want to enslave us completely, make us their slaves, and force us to endure endless humiliation and suffering for generations to come!"
As he spoke, a vicious glint flashed in Fourth Raikage A's eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to pass that hatred into the heart of every person present.
At that moment, Chōjūrō seemed to catch fire as well and began adding his own perspective. "That's right! The children of the Land of Water were all taken away by them without mercy. One living soul after another vanished into the darkness just like that. They don't possess even the slightest shred of humanity! We absolutely cannot sit around and wait for death. We must rise up and fight back, reclaiming everything that belongs to us!"
As Chōjūrō spoke, the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy, as though a storm on the verge of erupting was quietly brewing.
As each of them explained what had happened, he also came to understand the cause, process, and outcome of the matter.
Soon, Madara's deep, abyss-like eyes swept over everything around him like sharp swords, as though he wanted to see through every person present.
In that brief moment, his originally calm face seemed