The images from the Memory Disc played before the people in the conference room, leaving them all dizzy.
Jiraiya, standing off to the side, smacked his lips. It felt like he still hadn't sobered up from last night's drinks.
Tsunade looked at the rice ball in Lin Qing's hand, then at the sky outside, which had yet to brighten. Her red lips parted, but a jumble of chaotic emotions crowded her mind, and she didn't know what to say.
What could she say?
They had still been busy discussing tactics, figuring out how to deal with enemies from the sky and how to evacuate the village's civilians.
A bunch of elite ninja had racked their brains until their heads spun, only for...
The enemy to be taken care of while someone was out buying breakfast?
That made them look...
A little stupid.
The Hyuga and Nara families, who were meeting Lin Qing formally for the first time, looked utterly astonished.
Just minutes ago, some of them had made peace with the prospect of dying in battle, while others were spoiling for a fight, eager to tear the enemy apart with their bare hands. In short, they had been waiting to risk their lives against the Sky Ninja Legion two days from now.
They had finished psyching themselves up, only to be told that the enemy was already dead. In a few simple words, their state of mind could be summed up as:
They had drawn their swords and looked around, only to find themselves at a loss.
All they could do was scratch their heads and smack their lips, slumping listlessly in their chairs and waiting for the meeting to end so they could go home and catch up on sleep. Inoichi Yamanaka had already fallen asleep, snoring loudly.
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