"Forget it. We should think it over carefully first. Sunagakure can't withstand any more blows."
Whether in terms of economy or strength, Sunagakure was the weakest of the Five Great Shinobi Villages.
Years of continuous warfare had already pushed the village beyond its limits. It could no longer rashly become involved in another war.
It needed a period of rest and recovery before it could make further plans.
Rōsha had never given up the idea of launching a war against Konoha.
After all, the environment, resources, and wealth of the Land of Fire were things the Land of Wind did not possess.
If they could truly obtain a piece of the Land of Fire, Sunagakure's days would become much easier.
It was just that Sunagakure had always been weak. Though he did not want to admit it, that was the truth.
Now, too many of the village's young shinobi had died. At the very least, they would be unable to wage war for more than a decade. They could only rest and recover for the time being, waiting for another day.
Though the Land of Fire's territory was immensely tempting, this was not the right time to make plans for it.
They should wait until Sunagakure had recovered a little strength before considering it again.
However, the rain that had never ceased year-round in the Rain Country had suddenly stopped. That was something worth paying attention to.
If it only stayed clear for a day or two, so be it. But if it continued to remain sunny, he would not mind attacking the Rain Country and claiming it as territory of the Land of Wind.
Rōsha gazed out at Sunagakure beyond the window. Everywhere he looked was wind and sand, and the yellowish-brown sky could not inspire even the slightest