"The jonin meeting begins!"
A month later, amid undercurrents stirring on all sides, this year's jonin meeting was finally convened.
As expected, the Third isn't an idiot. He sent the jonin I was most certain about out of the village on missions.
Hyuga Wuye sat near the front among the jonin. With a casual sweep of his gaze, he recognized seven or eight out of every ten jonin present.
Over the past few months, he had devoted nearly all his energy to his contest with the Third.
If he did not want to overturn this arena of power entirely, then he could only find his own place within it for now.
Konoha was a place Tsunade and Kushina cherished. It was the homeland the clans of Kaguya and Mikoto depended on for survival. Unless he had no other choice, he would not take them down that final path...
"Are we really not going to help the young clan head? Is the clan head certain?"
In an inconspicuous corner, a jonin wearing goggles whispered to the person beside him.
The ninja beside him shook his head and lowered his voice. "The clan head said that while jonin voting appears anonymous, the Third Hokage actually has ways to determine everyone's choice behind the scenes... We have always supported the Third Hokage, so it is even less appropriate for us to expose ourselves now... The clan head means for us to act at a more critical moment, and this is not it... The young clan head is still young. He can afford to lose."
"Ah, all right then..."
The jonin pulled his goggles down slightly and muttered unhappily, "If we helped, we could at least add more than thirty votes in favor. Going back and forth, that would be a difference of nearly