The news of Konoha withdrawing from the front lines caused an uproar throughout the camp. Many ninja were still dazed until they heard their companions laughing.
"We are the ultimate victors of the Fourth Shinobi World War! We brought lofty Konoha down from its pedestal—we made history!"
"Victory belongs to us in the end! Let the Konoha ninja understand that they can never defeat us! Pick up your weapons and chase after them—we have to kill a few of them!"
"Charge into Konoha's camp and see what they left behind."
Voices rose one after another. Some vented the anger they had bottled up for so long, some laughed without restraint, while others sat on the ground, easing the tension that had weighed on them these past days.
Both sides had paid a tremendous price in this war. Even with all kinds of ninjutsu tools supplied by the rear laboratories and the aid of colossal beasts, defeating Konoha had never been easy.
A friend one met on the first day might die on the battlefield the next.
Especially after Uchiha Yū arrived, the commanders from all sides began joining forces in an orderly fashion, pushing the scale of the war to the peak of the Fourth Shinobi World War. Battles between ninja broke out every day, and no one knew how many had died in the conflict.
Yet they did not hate Dawn Hidden Village. Once the iron hooves of war began to march, all internal conflicts turned into external ones. As long as they could defeat Konoha, those internal contradictions would fall apart on their own!
The frontline commanders rushed to the central tent as soon as they received the news and convened an emergency meeting.
Hiruko had been appointed in a crisis to serve as the main commander of