The Invincible Toji Fell

Chiyo let out a derisive laugh. "Impossible. Absolutely impossible!"

This was Poison Ninjutsu born from Tailed Beast Chakra. No one knew its complexity better than she did. If it could be cracked so easily, all the years Hidden Sand had spent developing Poison Ninjutsu would be a joke.

"But Toji Zenin said he'd resign as director of the Gospel Institute if he couldn't do it."

"Just a ploy to win people over. Ignore it. We'll proceed at our own pace." Chiyo stressed, "Speed up the training of sealing ninja. I want enough personnel within a month. Then we'll launch a full-scale offensive against Konoha."

More than a month into the war, the Konoha and Hidden Sand forces on the front line had grown increasingly restrained.

Between the two sides, fewer than thirty ninja died each day.

By contrast, the battlefields of Iwagakure and Kumogakure were meat grinders, claiming nearly a hundred ninja every day. The casualty ratio was staggering, too: it often took two or three Stone Ninja or Cloud Ninja to bring down one Konoha Ninja of the same rank.

The Konoha Ninja's superior overall ability was one reason. Another was Konoha's medical system.

Every major ninja village had medical ninja, but neither their numbers nor their skills came close to Konoha's. Many severe injuries the Three Great Shinobi Villages would deem hopeless could be treated in Konoha.

Konoha's organized medical system was at least ten years ahead of the other three great villages.

To break the stalemate across the three fronts, Toji Zenin was the key. Remove the heart of Konoha's medical effort, and its overall medical capabilities would inevitably suffer.

Hidden Sand did honor its agreements. Chiyo knew the three allied villages were bound together: they would rise or fall as one. If her side kept sitting