The meeting room was silent as a grave. It felt as though even a pin dropping to the floor would be heard clearly, and the entire space was steeped in tense, oppressive atmosphere.
Without a doubt, this was the crucial moment for Dodai to present his subsequent strategic plans.
Dodai rose to his feet, his stern face radiating confidence and resolve.
He cleared his throat, then said in a steady, powerful voice, "Everyone, the plan we have carefully formulated is actually quite simple."
"In the coming operation, we will decisively commit an additional 7,000 troops to the battle and immediately end the current training phase."
Dodai paused briefly, swept his gaze over those present, and continued, "As one of the main forces in this campaign, Kumogakure will bear the responsibility of confronting the enemy forces ahead and coordinating and commanding the ninja of the smaller nations in joint operations."
As he spoke, his gaze grew increasingly sharp.
However, when the topic shifted to medicine, Dodai's tone softened slightly, though his intention remained obvious.
"We must admit that, compared to our other areas, our medical resources are relatively weak. Therefore, I sincerely hope that our fellow allies can lend us a hand and contribute to safeguarding the health and combat effectiveness of our troops."
The Third Mizukage, who had been sitting silently in the front row, had paid almost no attention to the earlier discussions of troop deployments and tactical arrangements.
Yet when Dodai brought up the issue of medicine, something stirred in his heart, and he immediately understood the hidden meaning behind it—Kumogakure had clearly done this on purpose.
Thinking back to how he had been brutally beaten by Uchiha Yato not long ago, the Third Mizukage still felt lingering fear.
However, that encounter had not been entirely without gain.