Several days later, the aftermath of the war had completely spread.
News that the Six Paths of Pain had invaded Konoha, only to be repelled single-handedly by Chenshu Senju, spread throughout the entire Shinobi World at an absurd speed.
An urgent intelligence scroll now sat on the desks of every major hidden village's upper ranks.
Land of Lightning, Kumogakure.
The Fourth Raikage A stared at the intelligence in his hand. His already dark face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Crack."
With a sudden exertion of his thick fingers, he crushed the scroll in his hand to pieces.
What the hell kind of international joke was this?
One man, backed by a Buddha statue over a hundred meters tall, had beaten Shinra Tensei and Planetary Devastation—techniques capable of destroying all of Konoha—into the ground?
Had Konoha's intelligence department lost its mind? This battle report was so ridiculous that even a novelist would not dare write it.
Darui, standing nearby, listlessly scratched his head and spoke in a lazy tone.
"Lord Raikage, the intelligence has been confirmed through several different channels at once. Even the spies in Amegakure verified it. Akatsuki really suffered a crushing defeat."
"Damn it!"
The Raikage slammed his fist onto the solid wooden desk.
The desk split down the middle on the spot, turning into a pile of scrap wood that clattered to the floor.
The Raikage was so angry that his beard bristled and his eyes bulged.
Hadn't the Senju Clan died out long ago? How had such an unreasonable monster suddenly appeared?
He could even use Wood Release and True Several Thousand Hands. What descendant of the Senju Clan was this? It was practically the First Hokage himself crawling out of his grave for a stroll.
At the thought of how