Uchiha En sat beside the fire without saying a word.
There was no way he would let the plan fail halfway through.
The fish was already in the net.
The second and third steps were waiting in the Capital.
Now he only needed these people to walk into the mouth of the net themselves.
The interesting thing was that these Missing-nin, who dared scheme against even Kage Level fighters, went weak at the knees at the mere mention of the Capital.
Ninja of the five great villages were born to serve as the Daimyo's blades. They knelt to receive their pay and provisions, and knelt as they fought and died. Even criminals who had killed a Kage instinctively bowed their heads at the word "Daimyo."
The people of this world had been on their knees for too long.
Uchiha En withdrew his gaze and stood.
The argument around the fire stopped dead.
He looked at no one. When he spoke, his voice was neither loud nor forceful:
"Finished arguing?"
No one dared answer.
"Have you thought about what happens if we fail the mission God gave us?"
The air seemed to drain from the sandy hollow.
Gāngtài slowly closed his open mouth.
The broad-shouldered candidate's Adam's apple bobbed.
The gaunt candidate lowered his head and stared at the sand before his toes.
God wanted the One-Tail.
The ten of them had accepted the mission.
Did they need to ask what awaited them if they failed?
"Go back and report?" Uchiha En seemed to see through their last shred of wishful thinking. "The round trip would take days. By the time God sends someone else, do you think Rasa will take the One-Tail out of the village a second time?"
"We only get one chance."
"Wherever the target goes, we go."