Outside the Tsuchikage office, twenty Iwagakure veteran jounin have arrived.
They stood in the corridor, exchanging glances with each other, wondering what was going on.
Being summoned by Lord Tsuchikage in person is usually a big deal. But this is the first time that so many people have been summoned at the same time.
The door opened.
Ōnoki walked out of it, holding a map in his hand.
His eyes swept over these people, Kitsuchi, Akatsuchi, Wenya, Hunting, Kakko...
Iwagakure's twenty most elite people were all standing in front of him at this moment.
"Everyone is here." His voice was hoarse, "Then let's go."
Kitsuchi took a step forward.
"Father, what is going on?"
Ōnoki glanced at him and did not answer directly.
"Tell me on the way."
He stepped forward, followed closely by twenty jounin.
On the way, Ōnoki briefly explained the situation.
Uchiha Shaoyu stayed on the battlefield with only twenty jounin around him.
The Kumogakure army has retreated, and it will take three days at the earliest to get back.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"We want to kill him." Ōnoki's voice was calm, but with unquestionable determination, "Get rid of him while he is alone and there are few people around him."
The twenty Jonin looked at each other.
Kill Uchiha Shaoyu?
That man defeated Konoha head-on in this war, captured Danzo, Jiraiya, Sarutobi Shinnosuke, and forced Sarutobi Hiruzen to sign the alliance under the city.
Just twenty of them?
Ōnoki saw their doubts.
"You're not the only one," he said, "I personally lead a team of three thousand people."
Everyone's faces looked a little better.
Lord Tsuchikage took action personally, and there were three thousand people, so it would be different.
But Kari's brows were still furrowed.
"Lord Tsuchikage, we can't underestimate Uchiha, you know it very well."
Ōnoki nodded.
"I know."
He paused and continued.
"So, the seven thousand troops led by Han were stationed thirty miles away."
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Seven thousand troops?
That's fine, there won't be any surprises.
Ōnoki squinted.
"Ten thousand people, even if he is Uchiha Madara alive, it is impossible for him to survive."
"No, Uchiha Madara seems to work..."
"Forget it, forget it, he is not Uchiha Madara."
He looked into the distance, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
The night wind howls.
Kumogakure Outside the camp, twenty jounin were scattered in every corner, watching the surrounding darkness with vigilance.
Their hands were pressed on the ninja tool, and chakra slowly circulated in their bodies to deal with possible emergencies.
They guarded the big tent with all due diligence and guarded the red figure sitting cross-legged in the tent.
At this moment, Shaoyu is closing his eyes, immersed in the power of Converter.
In front of him, the black device floated.
No, it's not black anymore.
It starts to glow.
First there was a faint red light, like a looming charcoal fire in the night. Then the light became brighter and stronger, and gradually, the entire tent was reflected in red.
The red light was like a living thing, flowing slowly in the tent, sometimes condensing and sometimes spreading, as if it was breathing.
The curtains of the tent were reflected clearly, and from the outside, the entire tent was shrouded in a strange red light.
The twenty jounin looked at the red light with shock and fear in their hearts.
They don't know what it is.
But they knew that it was Lord Shaoyu's method.
They just need to guard this place and not let anyone disturb them.
Converter is absorbing.
Absorb the invisible energy on the battlefield, the despair when you die, the pain when you are injured, the sadness when you lose your companions, and the fear when you face a powerful enemy.
Those invisible and intangible things are being swallowed up bit by bit by it.
Shaoyu Close your eyes and sink your consciousness into the torrent of energy.
He "saw" countless scenes--
A Konoha young ninja was stabbed through the chest by Kumogakure's knife. Before he died, his eyes were full of nostalgia for his hometown.
A Iwagakure middle-aged man was knocked to the ground by the explosion. His last gaze fell on the distance, where there was a home he could never return to.
An old man Kumogakure held his son's body and cried heartbreakingly. The cry penetrated the battlefield and penetrated time.
There are countless, countless, countless...
Those negative emotions came like a tide, impacting his mind and making his soul tremble.
It feels like a person has been thrown into the deep sea, surrounded by boundless darkness and endless pressure, and may be swallowed up at any time.
But Shaoyu didn't back down.
Mangekyō Sharingan is the product of negative energy, and he is not afraid of it at all.
He just watched, felt, and endured quietly.
This is war.
This is what countless people have exchanged for their lives... residues.
Those residues gathered, merged, and collided in Converter, making a silent roar.
They bite each other, devour each other, and transform each other. The process is like purgatory, but with some strange order.
Finally, changes began.
Among the red light, a trace of golden light appeared.
The golden color was so faint that it was almost invisible, but it appeared. It was like a seed, slowly sprouting in the red ocean, then growing, and then blooming.
The golden color became brighter and brighter, becoming more and more intense, and finally intertwined with the red light to form a strange orange-red color.
The orange-red light was warm and soft, completely different from the previous violence.
Convert.
Negative energy is being converted into something else.
No, to be precise, it was this so-called Jashin that absorbed the negative energy given to him by Uchiha Shaoyu, and then gave Uchiha Shaoyu another kind of energy as a "reward".
Shaoyu feels it.
A warm power surged out from the device, flowing down his arms and into his body.
That force is gentle but powerful, not aggressive, just... nourishing.
Nourish his muscles, nourish his bones, nourish his meridians, and nourish every cell in him.
It feels like the dry land welcomes the rain, and the withered flowers welcome the sunshine.
His body was greedily absorbing that power, and every cell was cheering and jumping for joy.
His body started to heat up.
It's not an uncomfortable burning heat, but a comfortable warmth, like soaking in a hot spring or basking in the sun in winter.
The warmth started from the arms and gradually spread to the whole body. Finally, even the fingertips and toes could feel the warmth.
"Ah~"
"To the hen."
He could clearly feel that his muscles were becoming firmer, his bones were becoming denser, and his meridians were becoming tougher.
That feeling cannot be described in words.
It was like a person who had been burdened all year round suddenly had all his burdens lifted.
The body is transforming.