"I know. I'm just a little worried that instead of clearing out the camps, these shinobi might get wiped out themselves."
Chirori looked exasperated. "What nonsense are you spouting now? You know how weak these camps are. How could they possibly wipe out the Shinobi Allied Forces?"
"I really don't know. Why put all this trash out in the open? It feels completely useless. Are they just trying to annoy people?"
To be honest, Torifu didn't know what was going on either. Maybe it was one of Yan's schemes, or maybe she had some other goal.
Either way, it didn't matter. Soon, it would all be reduced to ruins.
"Maybe everything will become clear once the mastermind shows up. There's no point in us guessing."
Chirori nodded helplessly. "I suppose that's all we can do."
In a hidden underground base somewhere in the Land of Rain, a man and a woman seemed to be discussing something.
"Lady Yan, almost all the Kage-level shinobi we sent out are dead. What exactly are you planning?"
The man who spoke was Hanzo. The years had taken their toll, and he had grown much older.
Living without ever seeing daylight had practically become the norm for him.
The once-glorious leader of the Land of Rain had been reduced to living like a rat. It was a life he had once found unbearable.
Even he hadn't expected that he could endure it and survive this long.
Yan, meanwhile, was still as young and beautiful as ever. Her lovely features and flame-like hair were almost unchanged from a few years ago.
She smiled brightly. In response to Hanzo's question, she merely chuckled. "Don't worry. You should be able to tell that I sent them out to die. They carried out that mission quite well."
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