A Storm That Would Shake the Shinobi World!

Snowflakes drifted down onto the shoulders of masked shinobi.

More than a hundred elite Amegakure shinobi moved along the muddy mountain paths. Their faces were solemn, their steps light.

Hanzo of the Salamander led the column, a cold, sharp glint in his eyes.

Months earlier, during the battle that destroyed the Land of Whirlpools, he had thought fate had handed him the perfect chance to capture the leaders of the Three Great Shinobi Villages in one fell swoop. Instead, Shimura Danzō had appeared out of nowhere. The man had shown him no respect, calling him trash every chance he got.

Who was he? Arguably the strongest man in the Shinobi World since Hashirama Senju. Even if he could not claim to be the God of Shinobi, calling him a demigod was hardly too much.

Shinobi from the Five Great Nations were all so arrogant. Back then, circumstances had forced him to swallow the insult. It was hardly the first time he had held back, but that humiliation had stayed with him. His brief silence was not surrender. It was the lull before an explosion.

Hanzo of the Salamander had made up his mind. He would stir up a storm that shook the Shinobi World and make everyone recognize Amegakure anew—and recognize him, the demigod!

As the saying went: to do a job well, first sharpen your tools!

If he wanted to make trouble, he had to prepare. After returning to the Land of Rain, Hanzō had sent large numbers of Amegakure shinobi into the Land of Iron to secretly locate its major mineral deposits. He now held a map marking every resource site in the country.

Just thinking about it made him angry. *Pah! What gave the Land of Iron the right to call itself permanently neutral? Wasn't its special