I'll Kill the Old Man Myself

"Civil war had already begun?!" Jiraiya's eyes widened, his voice full of disbelief.

How had he not known the civil war had begun? Before coming to the Land of Rain, he had even made a special trip back to the village, where everything had clearly seemed peaceful.

"Of course, the civil war had already begun." Uchiha Jie smiled softly and spoke slowly.

"It began on the night the Uchiha Clan was exterminated, and it has not stopped since."

"However, this civil war has not been brought into the open, nor will it have any impact on the villagers."

"Even Konoha's upper ranks and the Clan Heads of the various clans do not know much about it, but it has indeed already begun."

"Before a cart's wheels slowly begin to turn, someone must always crack a whip at the horse pulling it. The horse spits out the grass in its mouth with displeasure, then slowly lifts its hooves."

"Only after it pulls taut the straps tied around its body will the cart's wheels begin to turn."

Jiraiya held his breath. Of course he knew what the turning wheels represented. The gravel and dirt on the ground would all be crushed into powder.

"In your eyes, perhaps the Uchiha Clan is the little stone that will be ground into powder."

The Uchiha Clan truly wanted to rebel...

As Uchiha Jie spoke, someone suddenly pushed open the tent flap again. Orochimaru strode in, set the telescope in her hand by the entrance, and then came to Jiraiya's side.

"You!"

"Jiraiya, the old man has already fallen behind the times. Even without the Uchiha Clan, I would have acted to kill him."

"You've already done it?!"

After an unknown number of seconds, perhaps dozens, Jiraiya finally moved. He let out a long breath. His