Just as Kirigakure and Konoha each went their separate ways, a piece of news that shocked the world spread rapidly.
Konoha had actually been reduced to ruins!
Under normal circumstances, most people who received such news would sneer and scoff, "At least make your lies believable."
After all, this was Konoha—the number one shinobi village in the world, possessing the richest resources through absolute strength. Who could possibly accomplish something like that?
Yet now, this intelligence report, which sounded like some crude joke, lay on the Third Raikage's desk.
"More than half of Konoha's buildings have collapsed. The Nine-Tails Jinchuriki went berserk. The Third Hokage is suspected to be injured..."
The Raikage's expression grew increasingly excited as he read the report in his hand.
In the end, he could no longer hold himself back and smashed his fist down on the desk.
Bang!
Another office desk had come to the end of its short career.
"Dodai, what do you think about sending troops directly against Konoha right now?"
The Third Raikage's pale golden hair stirred without wind as he waved his fist and asked.
Dodai, who wore a black eyepatch over one eye, first glanced at the office desk that had been smashed to pieces. After silently mourning it for two seconds, he shook his head. "No. The intelligence we have right now is still too vague. All we know are surface-level facts: many buildings in Konoha exploded, the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki went berserk, and the Third Hokage may have been injured. But who was truly responsible for all this? Was it Kirigakure, which has recently been clashing with Konoha in secret? What exactly happened? We know none of that. Although the reliability of this intelligence source is guaranteed, I simply cannot imagine how they managed to do something like this."