One week later.
After seven straight days of fighting, both Konoha and the Mist Village had inevitably sunk into exhaustion.
Thus, both sides tacitly chose to call a temporary ceasefire.
Walking out of the conference room, Qian looked at the outpost, which had grown much quieter, and thought, Sure enough, the closer a war gets to its end, the more brutal it becomes.
From his god's-eye view, he knew the Third Great Ninja War was about to end.
But judging from his experiences over the past two months, the fighting on the front lines had clearly grown even more intense.
Putting everything else aside, at this outpost alone, over the past seven days, the number of casualties had already reached two-thirds of the total force.
It was only because the ninja world had an unreasonable healing method like Medical Ninjutsu; otherwise, of those two-thirds, at least more than half would have died.
Even so, losing nearly one-third of their personnel in seven days was still an enormous loss.
And this was only one point where the Mist Village was making a feint to pin them down. One could imagine just how fierce the fighting was at the breach in the Southern Defense Line, where the main attack was focused.
People were probably dying there every moment.
Qian shook his head and stopped thinking about it. His strength had not yet reached the point where he could roam the world unrivaled, so aside from continuing to lay low, there was nothing he could do.
Perhaps only when he could toy with this planet as he pleased would he reshape it according to his own will.
He just did not know whether, by then, he would still have that kind of idle interest.
Amid a jumble of wandering thoughts, Qian returned to