All Forces Mobilize!

Iwagakure, Tsuchikage's office.

Ōnoki floated in midair, his old face twitching over the massive hole in their logistics that they had no way to fill.

He was just about to slam the table and curse when hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside.

An ANBU agent burst through the door and dropped heavily to one knee. He could barely catch his breath, yet his voice strained to contain wild delight.

"Tsuchikage-sama! Envoys Three, Seven, and Eleven, dispatched to Konoha, have separately sent back top-secret intelligence!"

Ōnoki snatched the scroll held up in the ANBU agent's hands and impatiently pulled it open.

Attached to it was a thick stack of photographs, along with densely packed written reports.

Konoha's empty Underground Granary, rice jars covered in dust, armor blueprints marked with red Xs and labeled "scrapped"...

Even the official document in which Minato Namikaze rejected funding had been photographed with crystal clarity.

The text beneath was even more shocking.

Root remnants had taken the opportunity to counterattack and clashed with ANBU, leaving more than a dozen dead.

Due to food shortages, a Konoha logistics administrator had jumped to his death.

At the same time, Minato Namikaze had been questioned by several Shinobi clan heads in the Hokage Building, nearly causing a bloody conflict.

Ōnoki stared fixedly at the scroll and held his breath for two seconds.

Then he abruptly raised his head. His earlier terror and fury vanished, replaced by layers of smile lines forcibly squeezed onto his aged face like old tree bark.

His whole body dropped heavily from the air, and both palms slammed onto the desk, making the teacup lid clatter wildly.

"Good! Excellent!"

Ōnoki threw back his head and laughed. His hoarse voice echoed through the office, carrying the ruthless ferocity of someone who had found a way out of