"The First Shinobi World War!"
The declaration sent ripples through the room. In truth, before this, every clan head present had more or less guessed at it. After all, a top-tier clan had been forced to leave its homeland; anyone in their position would surely be unwilling to accept that. But hearing it spoken aloud still stirred their hearts.
What clan head did not hope for their clan to become renowned throughout the Shinobi World? War was a bloody meat grinder, but it was also the fastest way to make a name for oneself. Using war to sustain war was an even more ruthless means of amassing wealth.
It was like a high-stakes gamble. Win, and one gained both fame and fortune. Lose, and one would be too ashamed to face their ancestors. But since the clan heads present had chosen to join Flame Hidden Village, they had already prepared themselves to enter this gamble.
Seeing everyone's emotions begin to fluctuate, Enkō continued at the right moment. "Of course, this war will no longer be an internal conflict between nations. It will very likely involve the entire Shinobi World, so we must make preparations in advance."
As he spoke, Enkō spread out a planning map of Flame Hidden Village across the table. "To develop more efficiently, I propose dividing the functions of important institutions into finer categories. Only then can we reasonably bring out the strengths of every clan."
"Oh!" As everyone looked at the organizational chart before them, a hint of amazement flashed through their eyes. It was not that they lacked experience; they had simply managed only their own clans for decades. There were only so many people, so there had been no need to subdivide so many functions. Their scale had limited their thinking, which was why