I, Killer B, Am the Most Artistically Gifted Ninja

Along with the shock came a fresh surge in morale, which had begun to flag after the prolonged fighting.

Over the next few days, the Konoha ninja launched several counterattacks, beating the Cloud Shinobi and Rock Shinobi until they howled. Why had their enemies suddenly powered up?

War had never been a simple contest of raw strength and statistics. Otherwise, there would be no need to fight at all. Both sides could simply lay out their strength on paper, and the weaker side could kill themselves.

Morale was another crucial factor.

Prince A could no longer endure the relentless slaughter. He immediately sent his sworn brother Killer B back to Kumogakure to request reinforcements.

Smack!

After reading through the latest compiled intelligence, the Raikage slammed the documents onto his desk, looking utterly bewildered. He pressed a hand to his forehead as a headache began to build.

"That brat Uchiha Mai really knows how to stir up trouble. Without so much as a warning, he went and made headlines.

"And Hanzo is a complete waste of space. Four brats actually stormed into Amegakure and killed him on his own turf."

Third Raikage A was deeply frustrated.

He had barely squeezed out time to return from the front lines and deal with the village's intelligence, only to receive such terrible news. His mood could hardly have been worse.

Honestly, Hanzo, how did you ambush four brats and still let them get away?

Letting them escape was bad enough, but then they stormed into Amegakure and killed you? Were you deliberately trying to ruin things for me?

Through their earlier actions, the Raikage and Tsuchikage had already extended an invitation to the Ninja World, hoping every ninja village would join the campaign to attack and carve up Konoha.

Hanzo attacking Uchiha Mai had