Konoha Genin? They Were Monsters!

Ye said nothing, merely watching the raging wind and snow with calm eyes.

Time passed.

Far away in the Land of Lightning, Kumogakure, at the top floor of the Raikage Tower.

The blizzard lashed against the heavy floor-to-ceiling windows, producing strange noises like beasts gnawing at them.

A sat in a broad chair, clutching an unfinished battle report in his hand.

Hurried footsteps sounded outside. Several blood-soaked Hidden Cloud survivors staggered into the room.

Crack!

Thick fingers tightened, veins bulging. A corner of the solid wood armrest shattered under his grip. Splinters dug into his palm, yet A seemed unable to feel the pain. Every muscle in his body twitched.

"Y-you... say that again?!"

His voice seemed to be squeezed up from the depths of hell as uncontrollable blue lightning burst from his body.

With a sharp crackle, the high-voltage current blasted the leather sofa beside him into a pile of foul-smelling charcoal.

The lights throughout the office flickered wildly, and the chandelier swayed overhead.

Four bloodied figures knelt on the floor. Their hair was disheveled, their ninja uniforms torn into strips and soaked with blood and pulp.

One man's arm was bent at a grotesque angle. Blood still seeped from another's eye socket. Their bodies shook like leaves in the wind.

"A thousand elites... a-all gone... Konoha only used three hundred Genin..."

The leading Hidden Cloud Jonin slammed his head against the stone floor. Blood splattered everywhere as his wailing carried the madness of a mind utterly shattered.

"Lord Raikage, the intelligence was all fake! The information from the Daimyō Mansion was all an act put on by Konoha! They never ran out of food, and they never went bankrupt! That was a slaughterhouse!"

"Konoha didn't send ANBU at all. It was just a group of Genin!"

Snot, tears,