In Konoha: Three Choices at the Start

The Daimyō of the other four great nations were guarded right there!

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call that place as solid as a rock today.

Mifune recalled a samurai with a sharp aura who had appeared a few days ago, his expression involuntarily turning solemn.

He was no match for those 387 samurai—not even close!

Let alone the fact that the Kage from the other four villages were personally guarding the area.

Uchiha Liuyun... If he wins, he will be recorded in the annals of the Shinobi World, and if he loses, it won't have been in vain to make this trip to the shinobi world!

Win or lose, you are destined to be the most dazzling one in modern shinobi world history besides Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha!

Mifune gazed at the distant sky and muttered to himself.

Iron Grand Canyon!

The terrain was rugged and uneven, and rolling low hills could be seen everywhere.

Deep inside, a huge and luxurious tent stood tall.

Inside the tent, the Four Country Daimyō sat in the main seats without a shred of modesty.

Beside them were the Kage of the other four villages: the Third Mizukage, the Third Tsuchikage, the young Fourth Raikage, and Chiyo and her younger brother.

An old man sat in front of all these people!

The old man's hair was like snow, and his face was dark and withered.

He looked like he barely had an ounce of flesh on him, resembling an old man at the candle's end who would fall over with the gentlest touch.

If not for the clear sound of the old man's breathing, one would have thought he was a corpse.

Yet everyone present, including the Kage, did not dare underestimate this old man.

He was a legend of