"What?"
"From the sound of it, if there aren't enough benefits, Kirigakure intends to go to war with Konoha?"
In an instant, Madara Uchiha's black pupils turned into blood-red Sharingan. Three spinning tomoe stared coldly at the Mizukage, Byakuren.
Chakra comparable to, or even stronger than, that of a Tailed Beast faintly showed signs of bursting forth.
"Not just him. You as well."
Madara Uchiha looked at the Kage from the other three villages.
"Did you think that just because Konoha convened the Five Kage Summit and wanted to sign a Peace Treaty with you, you could demand benefits from Konoha?"
"Since when did the weak dare demand food from the strong?"
As Madara Uchiha's words fell, the scene sank into silence.
The atmosphere gradually became somewhat strange.
Though that was indeed what they had been thinking, and they knew Konoha knew what they were thinking, Madara Uchiha exposing it before their faces and before the entire Ninja World dragged the atmosphere at the scene to its lowest point.
Some things could not be said aloud.
The four Kage looked rather grim. If not for Madara Uchiha's strength, and for their own desire for peace, they would have left long ago.
No, Madara Uchiha's strength was secondary. More importantly, they too longed for peace.
The war had lasted far too long.
Anyone who had lived through war for long enough had grown sick of it.
Naturally, they were no exception.
Yet while they desired peace, they also hoped to bring some benefits to their villages.
Konoha occupied the most fertile land in the Ninja World and had no need to worry about resources. But they were different.
Even though the lands they lived on contained resources that could be mined, for all sorts of reasons—whether technology or lack of vision—they