"Even if he was only a hair weaker, in a desperate fight to the death, I seriously doubt the God of Shinobi could withstand Uchiha Madara's assault."
"With both of them determined to kill the other, they might end up mortally wounding each other and dying together."
"Either Uchiha Madara would die in battle, or Senju Hashirama would exhaust himself to death."
"In short, Senju Hashirama's fate wouldn't be pretty. The moment he showed signs of weakness, his enemies lurking in the shadows and the four great villages waiting like wolves would swarm in."
"Konoha's future would mean facing a joint assault from the entire Shinobi World. It certainly wouldn't be all sunshine and roses. Without the God of Shinobi, even if those old Konoha veterans from the Warring States period fought until the last one fell in the First Shinobi World War, they still might not win."
The situation...
Had it really become this perilous?
Mito tightened her grip on her chopsticks, realizing that Konoha, which looked so glorious on the surface, wasn't a ship she wanted to be aboard.
"Not long ago, I spoke with Iwagakure's second-in-command, the future Second Tsuchikage, about this very matter." Yura smiled faintly. "I persuaded him. He's making active preparations for war, just waiting for our God of Shinobi to have a little accident. Everyone's eagerly anticipating Uchiha Madara stepping onto the stage for a heroic showdown."
Mito looked up at Yura intently and said, "Are you planning to head to Kirigakure next?"
"You're clever!" Yura smiled faintly.
Yura didn't say what she was going there to do, and Mito didn't ask. She simply smiled, then silently picked up some food.
"Yesterday, I went to Konoha and specifically met with the God of Shinobi." Yura suddenly said, for no apparent reason.
Mito looked