"Konoha has rebelled! Brothers, fight them to the death!!"
Although the generals loyal to the Daimyo had all been assassinated, the low-ranking soldiers beneath them were still loyal to those dead commanders. There was no way they would simply raise their hands, lay down their weapons, and surrender.
The outbreak of battle was inevitable, and the entire capital was shrouded in a grim, murderous atmosphere.
In preparation for this day, many of the generals who had pledged themselves to Ronglin had already transferred their armies back. They were merely waiting for Konoha to make its move before charging into the city, taking over the other forces—or even wiping them out.
The entire capital descended into chaos. After assigning everything accordingly, Ronglin left the capital and returned to Konoha.
Compared to battles between shinobi, clashes between ordinary armies were far bloodier. Everyone fought with blades and swords. This night was destined to be sleepless.
Many people would die. The civilians were so frightened that they hid in their homes, not daring to go outside. Normally, whenever something happened, plenty of people would gather to watch the excitement. But at a time like this, they could barely hide fast enough—who would still have the mind to watch?
Though they had hidden away, everyone was still stunned. They could not believe that Konoha had caused all this.
Konoha had actually rebelled and had even captured the Daimyo. What had happened to this world? Things that should have been impossible were actually occurring.
Had anyone ever considered that Konoha might get rid of the Daimyo?
Certainly not. And Ronglin was not merely planning to eliminate the Daimyo and prop someone else up in his place. He intended to swallow the entire Land of Fire whole.
Even if he supported someone else, so what? In