Kumogakure camp.
In the large tent of the Chinese army, Shaoyu was sitting on the main seat, tapping the armrest with his fingers.
In front of him, there was a map spread out, which was the topographic map of Land of Hot Water, with a location marked on it with a red pen.
When he defected a few years ago, while Land of Hot Water was on a mission, he accidentally discovered something.
(Chapter 21, I almost forgot about it.)
A mysterious device the size of a palm, completely black, with complex incantations engraved on its surface.
He couldn't identify the product of that era, but the aura emanating from the device made him instinctively feel that this thing was not simple.
After several years of research, he roughly figured out its function.
Energy Converter.
Can transform negative energy into another form of energy.
It sounds very ordinary, but Shaoyu knows that the value of this thing is far beyond everyone's imagination.
What is the most indispensable thing on the battlefield?
It's negative energy.
Death, fear, despair, hatred, anger, these emotions converge into a huge energy on the battlefield, and usually only dissipate in vain.
But if this energy can be collected and converted into some usable form...
Shaoyu's mouth corners slightly raised.
That is real wealth.
"Sir." Lianhuo's voice came from outside the tent.
"Come in."
Lianhuo opened the curtain, strode in, and knelt down on one knee.
"Sir, the troops have been assembled and ready to go at any time."
Shaoyu nodded.
"Okay." He said, "You lead the team and escort the people back to Kumogakure."
Lianhuo was stunned.
"Sir, you won't go back?"
Shaoyu shook his head.
"I still have something to do," he said.
"There are more than 600 people, old and young. It's not safe on the road. You can escort them with an army and make sure they are delivered safely."
Lianhuo frowned.
"Sir, are you staying alone?"
"Not alone." Shaoyu said, "I will keep twenty Jonin."
Lianhuo's brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Twenty Jonin?" There was obvious worry in his voice, "Sir, this is a battlefield after all. What if..."
"What if?" Shaoyu interrupted him and smiled, "What if Iwagakure or Konoha comes looking for trouble?"
Lianhuo said nothing, but that expression said everything.
Shaoyu stood up, walked up to him, and patted his shoulder.
"Lianhuo, you have been with me for so many years, when have you ever seen me fight a battle that I was not sure about?"
Lianhuo raised his head and looked into his eyes.
There was no trace of worry in those eyes, only calm confidence.
With his current strength, it can be said that Shinobi World is invincible. Even if Uchiha Madara comes, he may not be his opponent.
"My lord..."
"Don't worry." Shaoyu said, "I have a sense of discretion. You just need to deliver the clan members safely, and don't worry about the rest."
Lianhuo was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily.
"My subordinate understands!"
He stood up and strode out of the tent.
Shaoyu walked back to his seat and sat down again.
He picked up the small black device and turned it gently in his hand.
Converter.
Negative energy.
The endless death and despair on the battlefield.
If it works...
He smiled and put the device in his arms.
"Come on," he said softly, "Let me see what you can do."
The news that Kumogakure's army was leaving camp quickly spread throughout the battlefield.
Thousands of elites, plus more than 600 Uchiha tribesmen, marched in the direction of Land of Lightning. The team stretched for several miles, with flags flying, and anyone could see it clearly.
And Shaoyu, with twenty jounin, stayed in the original camp.
They didn't break camp or retreat, they just stayed there openly and openly.
Iwagakure.
Tsuchikage Office.
Ōnoki was sitting on a chair, holding a piece of information that had just been sent to him.
His brows were furrowed, and the wrinkles on his face seemed deeper.
"Kumogakure's army retreated?" His voice was hoarse, "Uchiha Shaoyu stayed on the battlefield with twenty people?"
Anbu, who was kneeling on the ground, nodded.
"Yes, Lord Tsuchikage. Our eyeliners saw it with our own eyes."
Ōnoki was silent.
He stared at the information, his mind spinning rapidly.
Kumogakure's army retreated, which was expected. The war is over, of course they have to go back. But Uchiha Shaoyu stayed...
What does he want to do?
Twenty men were left on the battlefield, all alone.
Is this fishing?
Still looking for death?
"Do you know what he is doing?" Ōnoki asked.
Anbu shook his head.
"I don't know. He just stayed in the camp, not moving or making any movements."
Ōnoki's brows furrowed even more tightly.
No action?
So what is he waiting for?
He thought for a while and asked again, "Konoha What's going on over there?"
"Konoha's troops have also withdrawn to the village."
Anbu said.
"Minato Namikaze, Orochimaru, Jiraiya - Jiraiya was rescued - are all resting. There should be no further action in the short term."
Ōnoki nodded.
He waved his hand.
"Go down."
Anbu bowed and stepped back.
Ōnoki is the only person left in the office.
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky outside the window.
Uchiha Shaoyu.
This name was too familiar to him.
The genius of the Uchiha Clan started Three-Tomoe Sharingan at a young age. He defected to Konoha when he was a teenager and went to Kumogakure. In just a few years, he became the powerful elder of Kumogakure.
In this war, he led an army of eight thousand, defeated Konoha head-on, captured Danzo, Jiraiya, and Sarutobi Shinnosuke, and forced Sarutobi Hiruzen to sign an alliance under the city.
And he's still so young.
More than 20 years old.
In his prime.
Ōnoki thinks of himself. He is over seventy years old. Although he can still fly and fight, he knows that his time is running out.
Iwagakure, besides him, who else can hold up this world?
Han? The one who was beaten half to death by Jiraiya?
Roshi? That reckless man who only knows how to practice?
Neither works.
None are qualified.
What will Iwagakure do when he dies?
If Uchiha Shaoyu lives forever, Kumogakure will continue to be strong.
Decades later, when Shaoyu becomes Raikage and leads Kumogakure to sweep Shinobi World, what will Iwagakure do to stop him?
Ōnoki's hand gripped the window frame tightly.
Can't stay.
This person must not be left here.
Even at the risk of offending Kumogakure, we must get rid of him.
He turned around, walked back to the table, and picked up another document.
That's Iwagakure's ninja roster.
Jonin list, Anbu list, special forces list.
He flipped through the pages quickly, calculating quickly in his mind -
How many people are needed to kill Uchiha Shaoyu?
Too little will definitely not work. Intelligence shows that Uchiha Shaoyu has awakened the legendary Mangekyō Sharingan.
The power of Mangekyō Sharingan is best understood by Ōnoki.
At first, he and his master were both his toys.