Shamon, You'd Better Hurry!

As Hanzō swept onto the battlefield, he cut through everything in his path with nothing but a Chain Sickle.

Not a single Sand Ninja could withstand one strike. The fighting across the area ended in an instant, leaving only corpses and blood-soaked ground.

Beneath the rain, not one Sand Ninja remained standing.

Hanzō stood among the bodies, then turned to look toward where the little girl lay.

Little girl, Uncle Hanzō has avenged you. Now I'm going to seek justice for the others in the Land of Rain who've lost their loved ones...

Shamon, you'd better hurry!

At Sunagakure's temporary camp on the border of the Land of Rain.

Sand mingled with rain, turning the ground to mud. Rows of military tents stretched far into the distance.

The Second Kazekage had personally led Sunagakure's invasion of the Land of Rain, stationing an army of three thousand Sand Ninja here.

A grim air hung over the camp. Flags snapped in the howling, sand-laden wind.

Inside the command tent, the mood was heavy. Shamon sat at the head of the room in his Kazekage uniform, his expression grave. He tapped the armrest lightly as he listened to a subordinate's report.

"Lord Kazekage, Elder Chiyo has led two thousand ninja to the eastern border of the Land of Wind. Hiruzen Sarutobi may be formidable, but Elder Chiyo should be strong enough to hold off Konoha's ninja. Besides, I don't believe Konoha will attack the Land of Wind," a Sand Jonin said solemnly.

Shamon looked up at him. "Oh? What makes you say that, Niuji? Let's hear it."

Every Sand Ninja in the tent turned toward the Jonin. After a moment's thought, Niuji said, "Lord Kazekage, everyone, I believe the real spark behind this war wasn't Hanzō. It was the destruction of the