This Is What You Call Profiting from a Crisis

He slammed his hand on the desk. The third solid-wood desk he had brought in gave a dull thud.

"Pass down the order. Join forces with Sunagakure and Iwagakure and march on Amegakure! A ragtag band of Missing-nin took Amegakure and now thinks it can shit on the heads of the Five Great Nations. Once the Allied Forces arrive, we'll flatten them!"

In the Kazekage's Office, Rasa stared at the Intelligence Report for a long time.

The Gold Dust Trading Company was what gave him the leverage to keep the village's Jonin in line. It was Sunagakure's financial lifeline. Now it had been wiped out, and every lead pointed to Akatsuki in Amegakure.

He slowly set down the report, his voice cold. "Send out the troops. Sunagakure's gold dust cannot be taken for nothing."

In Iwagakure, Ōnoki's small figure hovered in midair. He stroked his beard, in no hurry to declare his position.

Akatsuki was based in the Land of Rain, which bordered the Land of Earth.

The loss of the Bounty Office's headquarters had to be settled, but the threat on the border mattered even more.

He narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly. "Send out the troops. The great nations are joining forces to punish them. Iwagakure cannot afford to look weak."

The Land of Lightning, the Land of Wind, and the Land of Earth sharpened their blades. News of the Allied Forces gathering spread through the Shinobi World like rolling thunder.

When the news reached the Land of Fire Capital, the Daimyo was pacing the hall.

Not a day had passed when he had forgotten that Akatsuki's assassins had killed Prince Takasu.

He had issued a hundred-million-ryo bounty and sent a joint letter, but Akatsuki had only grown bolder.

In a single night, they had robbed three great