As Uchiha Gen's words fell, an indescribable pressure seemed to fill the entire command room.
Nara Rurin looked up. In Uchiha Gen's eyes, a pattern completely different from the Three-Tomoe Sharingan gleamed with an eerie red light.
"!!!!"
The moment Nara Rurin saw the eyes in Uchiha Gen's eye sockets, shock filled his heart. At the same time, his mind raced.
A moment later...
"I'm in!"
Night.
"So we've picked a side?"
Inside a small tent, three uniquely dressed ninja, including Nara Rurin, sat on a bed, talking with serious expressions.
The one who had just asked the question was Kenji Yamanaka, the "Ino" of this generation's Ino-Shika-Cho Clans. He had turned to Nara Rurin.
"Whether we've picked a side depends on what happens next. If the Uchiha Clan really intends to claim that position... then we don't have any other choice.
"After all, that person is an Uchiha who hasn't picked a side yet, isn't he? What's more, Uchiha Gen managed to convince me. I don't like war, but it'd be good if it ended in our generation.
"Shikaku's a lazy kid to begin with, so let's give him more time to sleep in. Anyway, even if things don't turn out for the best, we won't be caught up in it."
Nara Rurin spoke calmly.
"Understood. Then... should we talk to Torifu?"
Kenji Yamanaka nodded. He didn't really understand what Nara Rurin meant, but following Nara Rurin was sure to be the right choice.
"Crunch. No need, right? We can just tell my dad. Knowing him, he'll end up listening to Rurin anyway."
Nearby, Akimichi Fatty, who was eating chips, quietly chimed in.
"Then it's settled. Go make preparations, and inform your clansmen. Sunagakure won't be easy to take, so make sure you stay close behind the Uchiha