The Fourth Shinobi World War had ended.
It had begun with earth-shattering fanfare and ended for no apparent reason.
After waiting for so long without any new enemies appearing, the Shinobi Allied Forces declared victory. As for what had happened between Team 7 of Konoha and Mizuki, only a handful of high-ranking officials knew of it, and even among them, only vague speculation circulated.
Uchiha Obito and Madara Uchiha were certainly dead, and all the reanimated bodies had vanished as well. Mizuki, the only one who knew the full story, had no intention of explaining much to anyone else. Even if he wanted to argue his case, where would he even begin?
It was already impressive enough to know the origins and bloodlines of the Sage of Six Paths and Kaguya Otsutsuki. The truth hidden behind the shinobi world was not something ordinary people ought to know.
That was precisely why Mizuki did not strut before the Shinobi Allied Forces like some petty upstart.
Setting aside whether he could beat them or not, that sort of reckless, pointless showing off was utterly meaningless.
So Mizuki could not be bothered to waste words. He returned directly to Konoha and waited leisurely for Konoha's army to come home.
It was not until the afternoon of the third day that the victorious returning forces brought some much-needed life back to the somewhat empty Konoha.
Naturally, Mizuki stood among the welcoming crowd as if nothing had happened, as though his previous actions had never existed.
With Mizuki's strength, it was basically impossible for ordinary villagers and non-combat shinobi who had remained behind to notice him.
However, seeing the look of disdain on Mizuki's face—as if he were saying, "What took you so long?"—made Tsunade and the few Konoha higher-ups feel as miserable as if