The airship circled above the city.
Its cabin door opened.
Countless white leaflets scattered from high above, drifting toward the streets like snowflakes.
The people reached up to catch them.
The names of the countries' Daimyo and the leaders of the shinobi villages were printed at the top, alongside clear portraits.
The text below was perfectly clear.
On a specified date, the Uchiha Family would invite nobles, Daimyo, and shinobi village leaders from every country to gather and jointly sign the World Peace Treaty, leading the entire shinobi world into a new era of peaceful development.
The people in the streets gradually fell silent.
Many looked at the leaflets with conflicted expressions.
After the previous shinobi world wars had ended, the countries had signed ceasefire agreements too.
Yet before the ink on those agreements had even dried, the flames of war had flared up again.
Promises had been torn up time and again, peace shattered over and over. Ordinary people had long since stopped readily believing in so-called treaties.
"This time will be just like before, won't it?"
"They'll sign the agreement, then go to war again a few years later."
"Those big shots talk about peace, but aren't we ordinary people the ones who end up dying?"
The vendors along the street murmured among themselves.
Just then, a young man suddenly pointed to the bottom of the leaflet and shouted:
"Look closely! There's another paragraph down here!"
Everyone gathered around.
The leaflet stated that the Uchiha Family would guarantee the World Peace Treaty and appoint Uchiha Shisui as World Peace Ambassador to oversee its enforcement and maintain peace among the countries.
The murmurs in the street slowly died away.
"The Uchiha are guaranteeing it?"
"That Uchiha Family?"
"Will the War God, Uchiha Ren, take personal responsibility too?"
"And there's