A War of One's Own

"Give up!!!"

Rasa suddenly raised his voice. "Uchiha Sheng, are you joking? How many warriors of our Land of Wind have been killed by your Land of Fire? The death of the Third Kazekage was also inseparable from you. And now you're telling our Land of Wind to give up the war.

"Do you think I can agree to such a rude demand?"

"Absolutely not!"

"We must never compromise!"

"Make the Land of Fire pay!"

"Show them the might of the Land of Wind!"

Rasa's speech naturally caused an uproar below. The emotions of countless warriors in the camp were stirred up, and even many children who had been sent to the battlefield before they were ten years old raised their Kunai and shouted.

"You're playing with fire, Rasa!"

Gu Sheng let out a cold snort. "How much of a chance do you think you have? Sunagakure is bound to lose to Konoha. I've already come here, and you still haven't realized it? You are destined to lose. You don't have even the slightest chance."

"Hahaha..."

Rasa burst into laughter. "Uchiha Sheng, are you trying to frighten me? I admit that you secretly infiltrated the Land of Wind without me receiving even the slightest news. That was indeed impressive. If you had gone to assassinate the Daimyo and nobles of the Land of Wind, you might truly have caught me off guard.

"But you chose to come and negotiate with me. That was your greatest mistake. You want me to abandon the war, but what chips do you have? What qualifications do you have to—"

Before he could finish, figures suddenly sprang out from among the distant mountains, forcing him to swallow the rest of his words.

"Fourth Kazekage, greetings!"

Sarutobi Hiruzen leaped nimbly onto the tip of a