Hearing that, Torifu and Kakuzu both looked puzzled. "You didn't encounter any Kage-level shinobi in the west? That's strange. Were you on the outskirts of Central City, or somewhere deeper in?"
"The outskirts. We wiped out all the enemies in the west today. There shouldn't be any Ronin Camps left on the outskirts of Central City now."
Torifu understood. "In that case, the Kage-level shinobi must be farther out from Central City, near the border with the Land of Rain. With so many of them, this must be Yan's doing."
Jiraiya and the other four still didn't know much about the current situation.
So Kakuzu briefly explained what had happened that day.
Basically, with almost no camps left on the outskirts of Central City, the shinobi in the city had decided to push farther inward.
But once they got there, they discovered that Kage-level shinobi were stationed among the camps. Not every camp had one—it took clearing about a hundred camps to encounter one—but even that was enough to put everyone under pressure.
Most of the shinobi there had taken part in the previous war, so they understood how so many Kage-level shinobi had been created.
Their numerical advantage let them put up a fight against these Kage, but they were no match for them.
They could survive, but killing the Kage was simply beyond them.
That was what had led to the scene they'd just witnessed: countless shinobi wounded, and others killed in battle.
Central City was now shrouded in grief.
It had been a long time since the shinobi had experienced the death of their comrades.
This had ripped open their healed wounds all over again and rubbed salt into them.
"This... it really is just as I suspected. The five of us went deep into the area