So she took it in stride—truly took it in stride.
According to intelligence, Eight-Tails Jinchuriki, Killer B, had spent many years traveling abroad. However, ever since news of the Ninja World War's outbreak spread, Kumogakure had hidden him away.
If not for Zetsu, even they might have had difficulty discovering Killer B's true whereabouts.
As for the Nine-Tails, intelligence indicated that, for some reason, it had actually gone to Mount Myōboku, one of the Three Great Sage Lands.
That was rather troublesome. Although Nagato had brought the Six Paths of Pain with him, intending to capture the Nine-Tails before the real war broke out, things had now become extremely difficult.
Still, it was not as though there was no substitute for the Nine-Tails at all. It was just that this would certainly be worse than their original plan.
But that did not matter.
Konan had her own thoughts on the matter.
As time passed, the higher-ups of the Five Great Ninja Villages formally convened.
Under these circumstances, there was nothing left to discuss. The plans that needed to be made had already been made. All that remained was to put them into action and observe the changes as they unfolded.
Thus, after a brief summit, a temporary command headquarters was established. With the Five Great Ninja Villages as the core, they simultaneously charged toward the direction that had long been identified as the enemy lines.
In truth, although everything had seemed troublesome, the brutality and bloodshed erupted the moment they truly clashed.
War—especially a war centered around cold weapons.
Many people might have had a misconception. Ninjas, weren't they like artillery platforms for jutsu, simply blasting everything with ninjutsu? How great would that be?
But in reality, most shinobi in the Shinobi World could not refine much Chakra. They