"Lord Jing, you're back."
The ninja at the camp bowed respectfully. After years of war, he had been promoted to deputy commander of the Northern Battlefield.
Such a temporary wartime position had only been granted because his reputation was simply too great. The higher-ups had had no choice.
Besides, the people under him were all from clans such as the Ino-Shika-Cho and the Inuzuka. His own clansmen had all been assigned to the Eastern Front.
About half a year ago, Kirigakure had officially entered the war, hoping to take the opportunity to bite a chunk of flesh off Konohagakure.
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen had also begun making a name for themselves, becoming a special unit that struck terror into everyone who heard of them.
Konohagakure was fighting on four fronts, and the situations in the north and west were the most difficult.
Iwagakure and the Cloud Village were extremely powerful. Setting aside the difference in the number of top experts, the combined military strength of the two villages was no weaker than Konohagakure's.
This had caused Danzo to repeatedly curse Uchiha Jing during meetings of the Konoha Four Shin Gods, accusing him of disregarding the bigger picture and killing the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki.
Fortunately, Uchiha Jing couldn't hear him. Otherwise, the old bastard would have been dead long ago.
Danzo had always kept himself hidden, making himself impossible to find. Ever since Uchiha Jing had made a name for himself, even the people he sent to look for Danzo couldn't find him.
He really was a rat hiding in a sewer. Disgusting.
Jing had just returned to his tent and sat down when hurried footsteps sounded outside.
"Lord Jing, Lord Jiraiya requests that you come over immediately. There's an extremely urgent matter!"
Has the Cloud Village attacked?
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