Konoha Underground, deep in the dark and damp "root" base.
Shimura Danzō was leaning on a cane, staring at the Canopy Screen screen from Crystal Ball with one eye.
Seeing Deidara on the high platform of Iwagakure, he was juxtaposed with Obito Uchiha, and was ruthlessly whipped as a typical example of the depravity of "Will of Fire".
"Stupid!"
Shimura Danzō's roar echoed in the closed space, and the crutch hit the ground hard, making a dull sound.
"Iwagakure's little kid with a yellow mouth, a reckless man who only knows how to play with explosions, is he worthy of talking about Konoha's Will of Fire?"
"Everything I have done is not for the absolute safety and long-term interests of Konoha!"
"These mediocre people cannot understand my far-reaching plan! My actions represent the deeper Will of Fire! How can I allow the enemy village to slander me like this!"
Deidara's accusation, like a Stinger, accurately penetrated into the undoubted correct belief deep in his heart, completely making him feel a burst of blasphemed rage.
At this moment, a member of the "Root" club next to him, who had been standing with his head bowed, took a step forward at the right time and persuaded in a low and respectful voice:
"Master Danzo, please calm down. That young Tsuchikage slandered you so angrily."
"Isn't this just proof that the 'roots' of you and your leadership will make Iwagakure and even himself suffer a lot in the future?"
"They are afraid of your methods and afraid of your power, but they are unable to confront you head-on, so they can only use such clumsy language to attack the beliefs you represent."
"Isn't this another form of recognition for you?"
Shimura Danzō The anger in his one eye paused slightly, and his violent aura subsided a little.
He pondered for a moment and tapped his cane lightly on the ground.
"What you say makes sense."
His voice returned to its usual gloomy and hoarse tone, but there was a hint of flattery in it.
This rhetoric skillfully transformed his shortcomings into his achievements, perfectly catering to his inner self-consistent logic.
"That's right," Shimura Danzō straightened his back, and the ambitious light rekindled in his one eye, as if he had seen some kind of future.
"The more scared they are, the more it's because I'm on the right path!"
"Hiruzen He is really too weak and can only talk about his ideals. To be truly strong requires determination like me to do whatever it takes!"
He turned to the subordinate who spoke, and his tone became more passionate and determined:
"If I were to become Hokage, hum, Konoha would surely become truly powerful!
"At that time, arrogant people like Hidden Stone Village will only dare to huddle behind the rock wall and tremble, how dare they speak nonsense again!"
"I'm afraid only then will they truly understand what the real 'Will of Fire' is!"
In Raikage's Office, Fourth Raikage A heard the news that Obito Uchiha would launch Fourth Shinobi World War in the future.
His huge palm slammed on the desk, and the solid iron wood tabletop shattered!
"Obito Uchiha?!" His roar was like thunder, echoing throughout the Raikage tower, "That kid who destroyed Konoha? How dare he start a war that affects the entire Shinobi World in the future?!
His whole body instantly burst into crackling blue Lightning Release Chakra.
"Darui! Karui! Omoi!" Raikage ordered sternly, "Intensify the vigilance of the village immediately and raise it to the highest combat readiness state!"
"At the same time, send out an elite intelligence team to collect all the information about Obito Uchiha and 'Xiao' for me! If you want to see the person alive, you will see the corpse if you die!"
"Now that we know the enemy's name, we Kumogakure have no reason to sit still and wait for death!"
Fourth Kazekage Rasa stood in front of the window of Kazekage's Office, looking out at the endless sea of sand. His face was as calm as ever, but there was deep worry in the depths of his green eyes.
"Obito Uchiha, Fourth Shinobi World War." Rasa's voice was very soft, but his intonation was very serious.
Sunagakure was severely injured in the previous war and has just recovered some strength. The word war is very painful.
It seems that cooperation with Orochimaru is imminent. Sunagakure is indeed too weak now. I hope that after the action, Konoha's resources can help Sunagakure survive the terrible crisis in the future.
Fifth Mizukage Mei Terumi was sipping black tea elegantly while looking at Canopy Screen.
But when the words "Obito Uchiha" and "Fourth Shinobi World War" came into her ears, the charming smile on her face froze instantly.
What replaced it was a cold murderous intent and deep disgust.
"Qing." She called the guard who owned Byakugan, "Use your eyes to thoroughly check the inside of the village again to make sure there are no traces of external Genjutsu control left."
"Chojuro, you go and strengthen border patrols, especially to guard against possible large-scale Genjutsu attacks."
She stood up, walked to Mizukage Office's window, and looked at the village that was gradually recovering from Blood Mist Policy. Her tone was a little tired, but more decisive:
"We, Kirigakure, have just woken up from a long nightmare. We will never allow anyone to drag us into a new and bigger nightmare!"
Deep in the cold and damp base of Akatsuki Organization, the phantoms of several members were all discussing the contents of Canopy Screen.
When the news that Deidara became Fourth Tsuchikage came through Canopy Screen, it was as if a Formless bomb was dropped into the air.
After a brief silence, various discussions ensued.
Itachi Uchiha was wiping Shuriken, and his movements paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.
In the depths of his deep pupils, a red glimmer loomed and quickly subsided. "Tsuchikage?" He repeated in a low voice, with no emotion or anger in his tone.
He remembered the unwilling look in the blond boy's eyes after he was defeated by him with Genjutsu, and his almost paranoid pursuit of "momentary art".
Itachi Uchiha's mouth moved slightly, whether it was emotion or something else, as if everything had been expected, and as if everything had nothing to do with him.
The scorpion hiding in Hiruko made his unique hoarse voice with a sense of metal friction:
"Deidara, the kid who is obsessed with short-lived flashy fireworks, will actually become Tsuchikage, who seeks stability and eternity in the future? What an artistic irony."
"However, the ring he made is quite good. It seems that he has inherited my artistic skills!"
Deidara pinched the clay bird with his fingers and exerted force, and the bird was instantly crushed into a shapeless ball of mud.
The expression on his handsome face froze, switching from careless to extreme horror and absurdity in an instant.
"Tsuchikage?! What kind of joke are you kidding! Huh?!" He almost blurted out, his voice changing tone.
"Let me be the stone shadow who is buried in documents and listens to the old man talking all day long? This is more uncomfortable than killing me!"
"Also, Brother Scorpion, what is your true artistic inheritance? It's borrowing from others, do you understand?"