Mastering the Land of Wind

Stepping over countless corpses, Pakura remained spotless, as though nothing had happened, and continued toward the capital of the Land of Wind.

The morning sun shone through sparse clouds onto the capital of the Land of Wind. As she entered its streets, her figure cast a long shadow beneath the sunlight.

The shops along the street had just opened. Vendors busily laid out their wares, and citizens began their daily routines, paying no attention to the arrival of this uninvited guest.

The guards stood on either side of the city gates. Though they watched Pakura pass, they made no move to stop her. They knew nothing of her arrival and merely assumed she was a ninja who had come to the capital on a mission.

The daimyo, who had believed Pakura was certainly doomed, had not sent anyone to wait at the gates. He had not even notified the soldiers to greet her.

And so, without anyone knowing, Pakura, the Fifth Kazekage, entered the daimyo's city.

The Land of Wind's morning court had just ended. The daimyo sat upon his throne with a smug smile, high-spiritedly directing the fate of the realm within his imagination.

Having never witnessed the power of a true expert, the daimyo of the Land of Wind had no understanding whatsoever of the gap between a top-tier Kage and a jonin. In his eyes, Pakura had faced both a traitor's betrayal and an ambush by a ninja army alone. Her death had been inevitable.

And after decades of existence, Sunagakure would finally fall into the hands of its true master.

However, in order to avoid drawing the suspicion of other countries, he still needed to find a way to conceal the details. He could not let the other ninja villages see through it. Otherwise, even as