"Roshi, this is an order!"
Seeing that all persuasion had failed, Han could only turn stern, his tone growing cold.
An order?
"Hmph!"
Roshi snorted coldly, not caring in the slightest.
Until...
Han took the newly received message personally written by Ōnoki from a ninja of Iwagakure's Intelligence Department.
The Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, demanded that Han and Roshi immediately lead their troops in retreat to avoid meaningless losses.
When Roshi learned of this news, the grief and indignation in his heart nearly overflowed.
We were prepared to fight to the death, Your Majesty—why did you surrender first?
"Roshi... don't be impulsive..."
Han rolled up the scroll and tried to persuade him gently, placing his right hand on Roshi's shoulder.
"Hmph!"
Roshi snorted coldly, turned around, and left.
"Roshi, where are you going?!"
Han asked.
Roshi was heading neither toward Konoha nor in the direction of Iwagakure's retreat. Instead, he simply chose a random direction and started walking.
"Go back and tell that old man Ōnoki that I, Roshi, am off to enjoy myself!!"
Han: "!"
Under the disbelieving gazes of everyone from Iwagakure...
Roshi ran away.
Iwagakure's retreat was like the ebbing tide.
Under the cover of the Five-Tails Jinchuriki, Han, they... vanished into the darkness.
"Hooraaay~~~!!"
Cheers rang across the battlefield.
Without a doubt, Konoha was the victor. They had won this battle.
In other words, the Third Shinobi World War was already drawing to a close.
Peace... had arrived.
However.
Amid the deafening cheers of excitement...
Hyuga Sho saw two dejected figures.
One was Hatake Kakashi.
The other was Nohara Rin.
Hatake Kakashi looked utterly dejected, as if someone close to him had died.
And earlier...
Nohara Rin, who had already progressed to slinging an arm over Kakashi's shoulder, now wore the sorrowful expression of a woman