The news of Konoha withdrawing from the front lines caused an uproar throughout the camp. Many ninja were still in a daze until they heard their comrades laughing.
"We are the ultimate victors of the Fourth Shinobi World War! We brought the lofty Konoha down and created 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 now—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 built up over this time, some laughed without restraint, while another group of ninja sat on the ground, easing the oppression they had felt for so long.
Both sides had paid an enormous price in this war. Even with the various ninjutsu tools supplied by the rear laboratories and the help of giant beasts, defeating Konoha had been anything but easy.
A friend they had met one day might die on the battlefield the next.
Especially after Uchiha Yuu arrived, commanders from every side had begun gathering in an orderly fashion, pushing the scale of the war to the peak of the Fourth Shinobi World War. Battles between ninja occurred 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 became external ones. As long as they could defeat Konoha, their internal conflicts would be dissolved.
Upon receiving the news, the frontline commanders immediately headed to the central tent and convened an emergency meeting.
Hiruko had been appointed in a crisis as the primary commander of the war. Looking at the letter in his