Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The west wind carried yellow sand against the windows of the Kazekage Building, producing a series of crackling sounds.
As Reto's words fell, the entire room sank into an eerie silence.
"Gulp."
Shamon swallowed nervously. He had not expected Lord Reto to be so direct. The Land of Flame's intention to start a war was merely their speculation. If the other side had no such intention, that would be one thing. But if they truly did, then it was an internal secret—and pointing out another nation's secret to their face was a major taboo!
Across from them, Madara's expression remained as still as water. Reto's words had not caused the slightest emotional fluctuation, yet Reto still felt immense pressure emanating from Madara, leaving him somewhat uneasy.
Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, Enkō finally spoke. He neither confirmed nor denied it, instead asking, "Why would you think that?"
"Whew—"
Seeing the other party finally respond, Reto secretly breathed a sigh of relief and answered, "Because I don't believe a roaming dragon would be content to remain in a shallow pool."
That was indeed the truth. After witnessing the strength of Flame Hidden Village, Reto did not believe the Land of Flame had no desire to expand outward. At any rate, if it were him, he would not have been able to resist.
"So you're the one who wants to start a war, aren't you?" Madara looked into Reto's eyes and said in a low voice, "Trading supplies with us is only a pretext. What you really want is to rely on us to wage war abroad. Hmph, you've set your sights on the Land of Fire, haven't you?"
Reto's pupils suddenly contracted. He had not expected Madara to see through his thoughts at a glance!
And