Inside the Tsuchikage's office in Iwagakure, Ōnoki sat at the head of the conference table.
Surrounding him were the heads of Iwagakure's various departments, along with every Elder in the village.
One could easily imagine just how high-level this meeting was, and how important it had become.
What they were discussing was the Tsuchikage's sudden deployment and his mobilization of over a thousand border troops.
Had that been all, perhaps it would not have been such a serious matter, since the Tsuchikage did indeed have that authority.
But this deployment had directly cost them at least two thousand Ninja. That was no simple matter!
Even though Ōnoki's standing in Iwagakure was unmatched, and no one had either the ability or the courage to challenge him—
There were still matters for which accountability had to be demanded. Like now, they had to find out exactly what had happened.
Yet what left them dumbfounded was that Ōnoki had recounted an incident that sounded like some absurd tale.
Worse still, Gangye Zhengxiong, the commander stationed at the frontline, Deidara, Ōnoki's disciple, and the Anbu who had accompanied them had all confirmed that it was true.
They could not help but begin to question reality. Their minds were now filled with the same thoughts that Ōnoki and the Fourth Raikage had once had.
Could a person really do something like that?
Since when had an individual human's strength reached such heights?
Could it be that the glory of Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama was about to be recreated?
"So, Lord Tsuchikage, our troops were actually killed by the aftershocks of their battle?" After a long silence, an Elder suddenly asked, "They didn't even know about it?"
"Though I do not wish to admit it, that is indeed the truth." Ōnoki sighed. "Those two were