Yan & Hanzo

"I know. I'm just a little anxious. I'm afraid those shinobi won't clear out the camps and will instead get wiped out in one fell swoop."

Chisato looked helpless. "What nonsense are you talking about now? You know perfectly well how weak those camps are. How could they possibly counterkill the Allied Shinobi Forces?"

"I really don't understand. What's the point of putting such a huge pile of trash out in the open? It feels completely useless. Are they doing it purely to disgust people?"

To be honest, Torikaze himself wasn't sure. Maybe it was Yan's scheme, or maybe she had some other purpose.

But none of that mattered, because they would all soon become ruins.

"Perhaps everything will become clear once the mastermind appears. There's no use in us guessing on our own."

Chisato nodded helplessly. "That's all we can do."

Inside a hidden underground base somewhere in the Rain Country, a man and a woman seemed to be discussing something.

"Lady Yan, the Kage-level shinobi we sent out are almost all dead. What exactly are you planning?"

The man who spoke was Hanzo. After several years, he had aged considerably.

This sunless existence had practically become his normal life.

The once-glorious village chief of the Rain Country had been reduced to living like a rat. It was originally a life he found unbearable.

Yet even he had not expected that he would endure it and survive like this.

Yan remained as youthful and beautiful as ever. Her lovely face and flame-like hair were almost no different from several years ago.

She wore a smile as she gave a soft laugh at Hanzo's question. "Don't worry. You should be able to tell that I sent them out to die, and they completed that task quite well."

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