Killer B Seriously Injured

A's gaze sharpened as he sat in his broad leather chair, his burly body leaning forward slightly.

"What was the result?"

The ANBU swallowed, his voice trembling faintly.

"The person pursuing Rōshi wore a black robe patterned with red clouds and a mask. Most importantly... he had a pair of Sharingan."

"That person's abilities were incredibly bizarre. Wherever his gaze fell, even space itself could be forcibly twisted."

"Our elite squad of over a dozen men was wiped out in a single exchange. Only one member fell into an underground river during the chaos and was severely injured. He survived on wild fruit and spent several months recovering at the border. Only today did he crawl back to the village with his last breath and deliver this intelligence."

The office fell deathly silent.

The muscles in A's rugged face twitched violently, while uncontrollable fury reflected in his pitch-black eyes.

Bang!

A massive fist bulging with veins slammed down hard.

The sturdy desk made of premium golden-thread nanmu wood shattered beneath the violent force, splinters scattering through the hall on powerful gusts of wind.

"Sharingan! Konoha!!!"

A shot to his feet, his furious roar making the windowpanes hum.

"Ōnoki, that old bastard!"

A laughed in extreme anger, his chest heaving violently.

"He even picked the wrong target for revenge. He suddenly went mad, declared war on us for no reason, and fought us to the death in the Land of Frost for half a year, taking quite a bit of our territory."

"Go!" A pointed at the ANBU on the floor and roared. "Slap this intelligence right in the face of Hidden Rock Village's envoy, exactly as it is! I want to see what face that old dog Ōnoki has left to keep squatting in our Land of Frost!"

The ANBU