Behind the Amegakure ninja positions, the atmosphere at the command post had become tense to the extreme. One Amegakure ninja had gone pale, his heart filled with anxiety. "Damn it, the intelligence was wrong. Konoha's ninja reinforcements have already arrived! We have to notify Lord Hanzo immediately."
His gaze swept across the battlefield, watching the comrades who had once fought alongside him fall one after another, and his heart twisted like a knife.
These were elite ninjas Amegakure had painstakingly trained, yet they had suffered devastating losses in a battle where they had not achieved even the slightest result.
"Send messengers immediately, at the fastest possible speed!" The person in charge of the command post swiftly issued the order. "Tell Lord Hanzo that Konoha's reinforcements arrived sooner than expected. We were intercepted outside Konoha's main camp by Tsunade and Jiraiya. We have suffered heavy casualties and cannot accomplish our objective. We need to reassess our strategy."
Upon receiving their orders, the messenger ninjas understood the weight of this intelligence—it concerned the direction of the entire battle. Like ghosts in the night wind, they silently darted through the chaotic battlefield, nimbly evading Konoha's watchful eyes as they raced toward Lord Hanzo's command position.
Every Amegakure ninja fought bravely for the lead, their eyes gleaming with a desire for victory and a yearning for freedom. Caught between several great nations, the ninjas of the Land of Rain had long grown weary of the arrogance and oppression of the great powers.
For a long time, the Five Great Nations had treated the smaller countries between them as battlefields, and the Land of Rain was a typical example.
Already burdened by harsh natural conditions, they had become sacrifices in the struggle for benefits among the great nations. However, things had now changed. Lord Hanzo,