The Quality Triple Play

After hearing Nawaki's "warm hospitality," A's face shifted between red and white. Everything the other man had said was correct and struck straight at the heart of the matter. Their situations might appear identical to those of dead ants, but in reality, they were completely different. His supplies had fallen into enemy hands, and in fifteen days, his entire army would run out of food. Time was on the enemy's side—the longer this dragged on, the worse it would be for him. Because the circumstances differed, what had once been a perfect strategy for defeating the enemy now had a fatal flaw.

A looked at his subordinates, whose morale had plummeted once more, and suddenly realized that he had no choice but to attack. Even knowing there might be a trap ahead, he had to take the risk. Otherwise, defeat would only be a matter of time.

"Ha ha ha!" Having figured everything out, A suddenly burst into loud laughter. "Skywalker! You nearly fooled me! No matter how many tricks you pull, you can't conceal one fact: your forces are far fewer than mine! If you had enough troops, you could have simply ambushed me in the forest. Why bother putting on this act and playing your flute atop the city walls?"

Upon hearing A's seemingly enlightened words, Nawaki finally breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. You finally figured it out. That wasn't easy. Outwardly, however, his expression stiffened as he forced himself to look resolute. "Clever of you to think so! If you have the guts, then come attack!"

The Cloud Ninja had already felt that A's earlier analysis made sense. Skywalker had always been invincible—if he truly had sufficient troops, why would he lower himself to perform flute music on the city wall? Seeing the enemy's reaction now,