Obito burst into the Hokage Office and demanded an answer, his voice full of agitation.
"Grandpa Hokage, why did you sign a peace treaty with Iwagakure... uh."
He stopped mid-sentence.
There were other visitors in the Hokage Office.
Don't eat the pickled radish!
Shimura Danzō?!
What was he doing here?!
This was Obito's first time seeing the Pot Kage.
He couldn't help taking a second look.
Why was this old guy always squinting?
He looked a little like Li Ronghao, didn't he?
The Third looked at Obito and spoke with a helpless sigh.
"Little Obito, Grandpa had his reasons for doing this..."
Beside him, Danzo gave a soft snort and spoke with his eyes half-closed.
"I've told you, Hiruzen, you're too soft. Even a child has more backbone than you."
"They dared invade Konoha. We should chop off one of their hands and teach them a lesson they won't forget."
"If you let them off so lightly, what becomes of Konoha's authority as the foremost hidden village?!"
Danzo's words set Obito's blood boiling.
He had to admit it.
The old dumpling had a certain charisma.
If he didn't like stealing people's eyeballs and stabbing his own allies in the back,
he might have gone down as a great man.
The Third waved a hand.
He dismissed the Anbu Ninja who were about to enter, then spoke in a weary voice.
"You don't understand. Neither of you understands..."
As Konoha's leader,
Hiruzen Sarutobi had more to weigh and a longer view to take.
(Those who accomplish great things plan for a hundred years; those who accomplish small things plan only for the moment.)
Konoha had endured war after war, and its talent was dwindling.
This could not go on.
Rather than keep fighting for pride's sake, it was better to swallow