[Venereal Disease Guy, don't think I don't know what you're scheming. Watch yourself, you closet pervert. You've probably fought Hozuki Gengetsu, that Mustache, before. Be careful, and don't be an idiot and go down with him. Don't forget, I conned you out of three million worth of booze, and I've still got it. I'm waiting to have another drink with you next time we meet.
There's something good in this scroll. Remember to open it if you're in danger.
Finally, don't die, Venereal Disease Guy.]
After the main force had traveled all day, Mu opened the letter during their rest that night.
"That brat..." After reading it, Mu tore the letter to pieces, shook his head, and smiled.
That brat... is he still this naive...? He'd even supply an enemy...? You little brat... you'd better watch yourself too... If nothing else, I'll go easy on you when we go to war with Konoha...
Mu looked at the scroll beside him. After considering it for a while, he hung it from his belt anyway.
Sunagakure Battlefield
"What? Konoha only sent seven people? Are they looking down on us?!" Shamon stared at the intelligence in his hands and roared furiously.
"They sent the six disciples of Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju, along with Tobirama Senju's son," said Chiyo beside him. Her purple hair had already begun to fade, and her face had grown somewhat pale.
"Damn it! Those bastards! Mobilize five hundred men! Move out immediately!" Veins bulged on Shamon's forehead. Does Konoha really think so little of us? Fine. Just fine. Let's see how you seven handle our five hundred.
Compared with the thousands of tents at Sunagakure's camp, the mere seven tents at Konoha's camp looked rather sparse.
**"Shit, they want to fight already? It's only the first fucking day