In the hall of the Daimyo's Mansion, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire sat in the seat of honor, fraught with anxiety.
He had already heard the commotion outside. It sounded as though fighting had broken out.
In truth, he knew perfectly well that those twelve useless fools could never stop the Federation's ninja.
He had already guessed how this would end for him, too.
Still, he felt that, as the Daimyo of the Land of Fire, even if he lost, he had to lose with dignity.
As a daimyo, even in death, he had to die in a manner befitting his station.
Bang!
Just as his thoughts were running wild, a figure flew into the hall and slammed heavily into the floor.
The man coughed up a mouthful of blood, then passed out.
He recognized this man. Wasn't he one of those twelve?
Just then, a group of people strode brazenly inside.
The daimyo looked at the group before him. When those pairs of scarlet eyes fixed on him, he shuddered, feeling as though they could see straight through his soul.
"You're the Uchiha Clan of Konoha!"
If he still couldn't identify them from those red eyes, all his years as daimyo would truly have been wasted.
Sasuke frowned and spoke with some displeasure.
"Let me correct you. We're the Uchiha Clan of the Federation, not the Uchiha Clan of Konoha."
"You! You people!"
The daimyo stared at Sasuke Uchiha. The pressure this young man exuded was overwhelming.
Sasuke approached the daimyo as he spoke.
"Daimyo of the Land of Fire, you've lost this National War."
At a moment like this, the daimyo instead showed a rare flash of backbone.
"Hmph. We lost this war. Kill me or torture me, do whatever you please!"
"Heh. Now you find