"What is going on!?"
Hanzo stood at the highest point in Amegakure, his expression utterly grim. He could not understand why the Amegakure he had painstakingly built up had erupted into chaos in an instant, teetering on the verge of collapse.
Why did these people actually dare to challenge him, the demigod?!
Standing behind Hanzo were Ueno, an Amegakure Jonin whom Hanzo regarded as a confidant, as well as the reinforcements he had requested from Danzo of Konoha—two Root squads.
These Root shinobi wore all manner of masks and Konoha ANBU uniforms, giving them an exceptionally terrifying air of mystery.
Faced with Hanzo's fury, the Root shinobi showed no reaction whatsoever. Only Ueno narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Lord Hanzo, now that we have Konoha's support, along with your own formidable strength, perhaps we can take this opportunity to clean out the unstable elements within Amegakure as well..."
Indeed, this was a good opportunity to consolidate his regime.
Amid such violent unrest, those dissatisfied with Hanzo would certainly be unable to resist stepping forward and joining this revelry. So long as Hanzo could defeat the enemy, Amegakure would inevitably face a dreadful purge afterward.
Of course, that depended on Hanzo winning this battle.
As an old politician, Hanzo naturally understood this. He gripped the specially made sickle strapped to his back, and in an instant, this lion eroded by the years suddenly erupted with astonishing momentum.
It was like a final burst of life.
For a moment, that presence left Ueno dazed, making him think that the demigod who had once dominated the battlefield had returned.
Unfortunately, a final burst of life was only that.
Ueno soon heard Hanzo command, "Ueno, lead the Root shinobi and engage the enemy first. Make sure to probe their intelligence."
Intelligence was an