Within days, the two sides signed a peace treaty.
The Hidden Mist forces at the front began to withdraw.
At the Konoha camp, the Uchiha clan and some others were transferred to the battlefield against Hidden Stone.
Only a handful of people remained behind to guard the camp.
On a large tree in the distance, Black Zetsu and Fugaku watched the Hidden Mist camp withdraw.
Black Zetsu could not hold back any longer and asked, "I thought you'd stop Hidden Mist from making peace with Konoha. I didn't expect you not to make a move."
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
Black Zetsu truly could not figure out what Uchiha Fugaku was thinking.
Fugaku's heart tightened, but seeing no suspicion in Black Zetsu's expression, he sneered. "You're right. Those people in Hidden Mist have had thoughts of opposing the war up to their throats."
"Especially those major bloodline clans. They've been making the biggest fuss."
"They've fought for so long, lost a pile of clansmen, and gained nothing at all."
"It'd be pointless to keep fighting. It's only natural that those bloodline clans don't want to continue."
"Besides, even the daimyo of the Land of Water has spoken. No more fighting."
"Even if I have the Fourth Hokage in the palm of my hand, I can't force the entire village and the entire Land of Water to go against me."
"If something really happens to him, we'll have a hard time cleaning it up."
"Now isn't the time to fall out with Konoha."
"I'll let them off this time. Next, I need to turn my blade on Hidden Mist first."
"I'll wipe out every disobedient and troublesome force within Hidden Mist, turning it into my own territory."
"Then I'll recruit some talent from Hidden Mist to deal with Uchiha