The Shinobi World seemed peaceful, but beneath the surface, turmoil brewed as White Zetsu darted back and forth...
Meanwhile, atop the tallest tower in the Land of Rain...
"Lord Hanzō, one member of the Third Squad we sent out has died," a Shinobi reported respectfully, kneeling before the figure in front of him.
"Interesting. Did someone kill him while resisting?" Hanzō asked with a cold chuckle as he stood at the front of the tower.
"Probably... not... Everyone on the Third Squad's Hit List died, including that man, except for his wife. His wife is an ordinary woman who couldn't even hurt a fly. She should still be wandering somewhere in the Land of Rain. The dead Shinobi died while pursuing her," the Shinobi reported respectfully.
"Could an ordinary person kill a Jonin?" Hanzō asked, turning his head.
"N-no..." Feeling the pressure radiating from Hanzō, the Shinobi kept his head lowered, not daring to look up.
"Have you found out where that woman is now?" Hanzō asked, moving on rather than dwelling on that point.
"N-no... But! But we found this on the Shinobi's body!" The Shinobi trembled, then suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly took a bullet from his pocket and handed it to Hanzō.
"Someone from Konoha... This just got more interesting." Hanzō held the bullet, examining the Konoha emblem on its base.
"Then... what should we do next...? That's Konoha we're talking about..." the Shinobi asked, swallowing nervously...
"Send word to Konoha. Tell them to hand over this person and that woman. Otherwise, I guarantee that in one month, the Land of Rain's army will be at Konoha's borders." Hanzō crushed the bullet in his hand.
And the reason Hanzō was so bold... was...
Back in Konoha... Danzo looked at the letter sent from the Land of Rain...