Aside from Takigakure and Iwagakure, there was another small village in the Ninja World that had designs on Konoha and possessed a certain degree of strength.
Kusagakure.
At this moment.
At night, many of Kusagakure's high-ranking shinobi had gathered together.
Their clothing clearly divided them into two factions.
A pile of torches burned in the middle.
"Let's call a truce."
One of the shinobi, his face covered in knife scars, took the initiative to speak.
"A truce? Heh. After all the disgusting things you've done to us, after killing so many of our brothers, you want a truce?"
A one-eyed man on the other side coldly retorted.
"If you didn't want a truce, then why did you come here?"
"You—!"
"One-Eye, it seems he already knows we no longer want to fight. Say less of this pointless bickering."
A white-haired old man spoke slowly.
The one-eyed man cast a disdainful glance at Scarface and said nothing further.
"As expected of you, Teacher. You're wise."
Scarface said with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
"Enough of this nonsense. Tell us, why do you suddenly want a truce now? If this continues, you'll win sooner or later."
The old man spoke calmly.
"Win? What does beating you count as? This is a civil war to begin with. Even if we win, we'll still suffer losses. Even without considering the village's overall military strength, it would still be a massive loss for us.
"We might as well stop fighting directly. That way, both sides can preserve our strength. Though we won't annex each other and there'll always be a risk of being stabbed in the back, our village's overall strength will be much greater."
"What use is the village's overall strength?"
"Of course it's useful. There's been great upheaval in the