"What do you all think?"
The moment Orochimaru said those words.
The atmosphere before Konoha's gates instantly froze.
Even the night wind that occasionally swept past seemed to dissipate beneath the heavy pressure.
With a smile on his face, Orochimaru swept his gaze over the clan heads, elders, and civilian-born Jonin around him, their eyes flickering and chests heaving.
Their attitudes were what mattered.
As for the Chunin and Genin, they were insignificant.
"Orochimaru!"
Just as everyone fell silent.
Veins bulged on Jiraiya's forehead as he craned his neck and shouted furiously, "Do you know what you're saying? The old man was just killed by them, and you want us to surrender?"
"That's right. In this battle, both the village and our clans have lost far too many people. How can we simply let it go?"
Fugaku Uchiha also made his stance clear.
At the same time, he coldly stared at Orochimaru with crimson eyes that had become Three Tomoe Sharingan.
Yashiro, Inabi, and more than a dozen other Jonin, over fifty Chunin with Two Tomoe Sharingan.
As well as nearly a hundred Genin clansmen with one-tomoe Sharingan, had died within the sea of trees.
For the current Uchiha Clan, this was an enormous loss, even more devastating than the Second Shinobi World War ten years ago.
How could he, a clan head who had only recently taken office, simply let it rest?
After learning the approximate casualty list and numbers, the shock had nearly triggered the legendary Mangekyou Sharingan!
Well, he had been just a little short.
At the same time.
Behind Fugaku Uchiha, more than a dozen surviving Uchiha ninja led by Tekka Uchiha were also filled with anger.
Those pairs of scarlet Sharingan looked especially bright and terrifying in the darkness.
"Hehehehe~"
But who was Orochimaru? How