"Raikage."
"Hmm?"
Ishikawa, who was somewhat short, glanced over the two bizarre genin who had openly thrown their match and been disqualified, then turned his gaze to the tall man beside him. "Have you gone to see the Jutsu Library Konoha established?"
"Hiss—"
A was quite reluctant to touch on the subject. His eyes shifted as he exhaled a breath of hot air, his voice seeming warped by the heat haze. "The move Madara made as soon as he took office will put the rest of our villages in an awkward position. Sharing all ninjutsu... isn't that forcing us..."
It was hard to imagine that a man built like an iron tower would sit on a narrow chair and sigh repeatedly.
Fortunately.
The surrounding shinobi knew their identities and had deliberately moved away, withdrawing their sensory perception to leave an open space so their conversation would not be overheard.
"It's forcing us to demand the secret techniques that our clans regard as their lifeblood. Even jonin and Anbu are clearly yearning for the Jutsu Library. It leaves us no choice but to follow Konoha's lead."
Having finished his thought, Ishikawa recalled Reto and Byakuren. If they had not returned to their villages ahead of time, how good it would have been to discuss countermeasures together.
"Damn Madara."
The Raikage clenched his fist until it crackled like firecrackers. Seeing people ahead cast glances their way, he took several deep breaths to calm the rage in his heart.
"While we still have authority, we need to get this done quickly. Otherwise, Konoha will keep pulling ahead step by step. Can you imagine our shinobi choosing to join Konoha for mission points? I certainly can't."
Ishikawa suddenly felt that the position of Tsuchikage was rather burdensome. Once he returned to the village and