Mist Ninja Enter the Arena

Konoha Battlefield.

With the Cloud Ninja joining the war, the situation had gradually begun to tilt in Konoha's favor.

Within a concealed forest nearby, countless elite Rock Ninja stood waiting.

Their eyes were alert, constantly vigilant against any danger that might come from their surroundings.

Atop a towering tree trunk, Ōnoki was receiving treatment from a medical ninja. His gaze was sharp, his expression solemn.

"So that old bastard the Raikage got himself involved in this mess too!?"

At that moment, he lightly raised his head and fixed his sharp gaze on the tall figure before him, speaking in a deep voice.

Hearing Ōnoki's words, Rasa's expression turned heavy as he slowly nodded.

He then walked forward to a spot, his gaze seeming to pass over the forest before him and toward war-torn Konoha, as he said hoarsely.

"That's right. With the Cloud Ninja's involvement, Konoha is slowly recovering from its disadvantage."

"If Las Noches hadn't turned on us at the critical moment, we wouldn't be in this state. Come to think of it... that agreement was signed under your leadership, Lord Tsuchikage."

As Rasa spoke, the corner of his eye flicked toward Ōnoki behind him.

Hearing that, Ōnoki's expression darkened slightly, a cold gleam flashing through his eyes as he said in a deep voice.

"Rasa, are you accusing this old man?"

In response to Ōnoki's angry rebuke, Rasa showed no concern. He merely shook his head lightly and said hoarsely.

"There's no use talking about that now. We should be thinking about how to get through this crisis."

As he said this, his eyes flickered slightly, and he continued in a low voice.

"In this war, both the Sand Ninja and the Rock Ninja have committed a tremendous number of shinobi. If we withdraw now..."

"The enormous losses