Clack, clack—
Bundles of food and fodder were neatly stacked onto wooden carts and tightly bound with ropes, then orderly transported toward the border, presenting a full picture of war preparation.
Enkō stood alone on the high platform, looking down with a commanding view at the bustling crowd below, yet his gaze was somewhat vacant, as though he was lost in thought.
A full week had already passed since their return from the Country of Roran. During this operation, Enkō had plundered nearly eighty percent of the Dragon Vein Chakra all at once, completely filling up eight largest-capacity storage scrolls, which was more than enough for the Land of Flame to fight this entire war.
Aside from that, Kakuzu had brought back dozens of tons of gold dust. Although the value of gold dust was far inferior to solid gold, it was still a wealth that could not be underestimated, and upon being brought back, it was immediately poured into military preparations.
Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion. The Land of Flame was like a fierce tiger lurking within a dense forest, eyeing the entire Shinobi World.
Swish—
A sudden breeze stirred beside Enkō, gently fluttering the hem of his robe as a figure slowly appeared behind him.
"Lord Enkō, everything is going smoothly."
Enkō reined in his thoughts, slightly turned his head, and smiled. "Hard work, Mu."
Uchiha Mu waved his hand dismissively, smiling as he spoke, "Lord Enkō, there is no need for such formalities between the two of us."
Enkō chuckled. "Then didn't I tell you not to call me lord? Haven't you still kept calling me that all this time?"
"Heh, heh, heh." Mu scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "It's just that I'm used to calling you that, and I can't break the