Iwagakure.
The Tsuchikage's office.
Ōnoki held an urgent intelligence report Kitsuchi had sent back.
His hands trembled slightly.
Uchiha Zhengye, a fifty-meter-tall Susanoo!
A thousand of their men had died in battle in three minutes, and the Five-Tails Jinchuriki had been gravely injured.
Four thousand Iwagakure shinobi had gathered to surround Zhengye.
And Zhengye had swept through them all in one go.
"Can someone tell me what happened!?"
"Can someone tell me!?"
Ōnoki roared, his chest heaving:
"Why does Uchiha Zhengye have this kind of power!?"
The other aides in the office exchanged looks. They, too, had copies of the field report.
Their faces showed a mixture of fear, shock, and disbelief.
Some turned their gazes toward the man in his fifties on the right.
Morikyūtarō.
He was the intelligence officer responsible for the Land of Fire and Konoha.
Clearly, the terrifying report had left him drenched in sweat.
When Ōnoki's gaze shifted to him.
Morikyūtarō instantly stood ramrod straight, his legs trembling as he explained in panic:
"Lord Tsuchikage! Uchiha Zhengye has never shown a Susanoo that large!"
"The Susanoo he used before was only two or three meters tall. It never had anything like this power."
"If he had ever shown a Susanoo like this, I would have reported it to the village long ago!"
Over a thousand Iwagakure shinobi had died. If he bore even the slightest responsibility, he would probably be set for life.
Well-set for a lifetime of prison meals.
After staring at him for a few moments, Ōnoki slowly closed his eyes and sank heavily back into his chair.
You could have heard a pin drop in the office.
None of them knew that, at that moment, Ōnoki was remembering.
The terror of being utterly overpowered by Uchiha Madara's Susanoo in his youth.
That