Land of Earth, Iwagakure.
The fortress village, built atop a massive rocky mountain, was shrouded in the tension of an approaching storm.
Ōnoki was in his office.
Several reports, just delivered urgently by the Intelligence Division, lay spread out before him.
Ōnoki read through the reports once again, poring over information that defied belief yet could not be dismissed. His brows knitted on his wrinkled face, and the deep creases beside his mouth grew deeper with tension, betraying his profound unease.
What did they mean, the First Hokage, Second Hokage, and Fourth Hokage had been resurrected?
Each of those names represented a pinnacle in the history of the shinobi world, someone capable of leaving any Kage-level fighter struggling-or even despairing.
What did they mean, the Sixth Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki, was a perfect jinchuriki?
Being a perfect jinchuriki meant he could fully control the Nine-Tails' world-shattering power. The threat he posed would grow exponentially.
Someone could run up to the gates of your village, turn straight into a tailed beast and wreak havoc, then turn human again and slip away...
What village wouldn't suffer from that?
A Kage-level fighter alone might be able to deal with it, but a village was full of people!
How on earth had Konoha managed this?
How old was that brat, anyway?
And what did they mean, they had conquered the Land of Grass in a single day?
The Land of Grass might have been a small nation, but it still possessed a measure of strength.
One day?
This was no longer war. It was an utterly overwhelming rout.
The military power and operational efficiency Konoha had displayed were terrifying enough to take his breath away!
And the latest news he had received was also the most chilling.
The border defenses had been breached. The Sixth