"A bunch of idiots..."
Watching the cracks he had caused in the Third Hokage's Rock Face slowly mend, Hada Ichiba sheathed his sword with a clink, released the scabbard with both hands, and rolled his eyes dramatically. It seemed he could no longer hold it in as he spoke.
These guys were already in their twenties or thirties, yet they could still cause this much trouble. How did Konoha survive back then? No! How did Konoha deal with such troublemaking idiots even now? It was hard to imagine that a fight could crack the Third Hokage's Rock Face, especially at such a critical time when they absolutely could not reveal anything unusual. What was wrong with Konoha's Jonin?
Were they really the Jonin-level shinobi who had supported Konoha for all these years? Although he had followed that man's wishes and done his best to bring Kusagakure and Konoha into an ironclad alliance, why did this suddenly feel so unreliable?
Could it be that Konoha had already lost its future because it had such unreliable Jonin, which was why it wanted to ally with Kusagakure...
At the same time, a suspicious thought surfaced in his mind.
And as he pressed one hand against the wall and watched the two nearly imperceptible dents at the boundaries between the Third Hokage's Rock Face and the Second and Fourth Hokage's Rock Faces heal completely, he became increasingly convinced of that suspicion.
At this moment, Hada Ichiba, standing in the shadows within the half-wall of the Hokage Rock Faces, had begun to believe that Konoha was in its twilight years.
His efforts to bring Kusagakure and Konoha into an alliance might not actually benefit Kusagakure.
For now, he should go back.
He should avoid causing any more trouble.
As for his memories, he would deal