It was Konoha Year 32. Six years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Over those years, the major shinobi villages had quietly built up their strength, keeping one another in check behind the scenes. Friction persisted, and small-scale border clashes never ceased. Beneath the apparent peace and prosperity, dangerous currents churned.
The spring air was mild and bright, and Konoha basked in the season's beauty, a picture of peace and prosperity.
Kagami Uchiha stood on the highest terrace of the Hokage Building, overlooking the bustling village. Deep in his eyes, there was not a trace of ease.
He knew all too well that their brief peace had come to an end. War would soon engulf the shinobi world again, returning it to its familiar cycle of conflict.
Off the southeastern coast of the Land of Fire, the Uzumaki Clan's secluded island had already been surrounded by ravenous wolves.
The war to destroy the Land of Whirlpools, years in the making, was now imminent.
Before long, a dark figure strode onto the terrace.
Danzo wore a dark, close-fitting outfit, his expression cold and grim. "Kagami, you wanted to see me," he said steadily.
Kagami Uchiha kept his gaze fixed to the southeast and said calmly, "Danzo, I order you to leave at once. Take Hatake Sakumo to the eastern Land of Fire and assume command of the Fourth Corps stationed there."
Danzo's pupils narrowed slightly. "The Fourth Corps in the east? This is about the Land of Whirlpools, isn't it? Looks like they're finally making their move."
"As head of the Intelligence Department, you should have a good idea of what's happening." Kagami Uchiha's expression was solemn as he spoke slowly.
"The nations of the shinobi world still have only a crude grasp of how to control the tailed