"Let's keep White Zetsu's true origins a secret."
"Agreed. Even if they were ancient humans from a thousand years ago, they're our enemies now."
"Just treat them as monsters Madara created. Don't tell anyone in the army."
Tobirama Senju, Hiruzen Sarutobi, and Minato Namikaze all decided to conceal the news.
There was no need to burden the troops with it. They could simply treat them as monsters.
Hashirama Senju looked at Kazan, feeling that Kazan was the only person here who was like him.
Kazan gave him a disdainful glance instead. "Don't look at me. You're the only real idiot here."
Your mouth is thirty-seven degrees, so how can the words coming out of it be dozens of degrees below zero?
"What about the daimyō?"
"Let them relocate. If they don't, they'll probably be too anxious to sit still."
"All right. I'll send people to personally escort the daimyō."
The meeting soon ended.
After that day, the daimyō of the Five Great Nations all began a major strategic relocation, leaving their capital cities under escort by ninja from the major shinobi villages.
The more power and status people had, the more they valued their lives. With a war of this scale sweeping across the world, asking them to sit and wait in their mansions would make them feel as if they were waiting to die. They would never be able to rest easy.
No one was told where they were being relocated, not even the daimyō themselves.
In the end, even the daimyō of smaller nations such as the Land of Rivers and the Land of Waterfalls relocated, their destinations unknown.
It was a mass retreat that made everyone keenly aware of the crisis.
The world was about to fall into turmoil again. Those mighty ninja were going to war