The shinobi realized what was happening.
In an instant, he chose to bite off his tongue and kill himself.
The illusion collapsed.
Fugaku stood inside the command tent, his expression complicated as he watched blood gush from the mouth of the shinobi before him, who had already bitten off his tongue.
"He's dead?"
Inoichi Yamanaka approached the shinobi and examined him, sounding incredulous.
"Clan Leader Fugaku, what happened inside the illusion? Did you manage to trick any information out of him?"
Fugaku nodded.
"Based on what I learned through the genjutsu, they sent two squads into the Land of Fire. One consisted of elite jonin, and the other of ordinary chunin. The elite jonin provided cover and drew our defenders' attention, while the ordinary chunin handled the infiltration."
"By working together, they managed to infiltrate the outskirts of our territory."
"Then what did they come here for?" Asuma hurriedly asked.
"He came to probe our defenses, probably to prepare for a surprise attack later. But before I could uncover the specifics of their next move, he detected my genjutsu."
Fugaku gave them an honest account.
A long silence settled over the tent.
"So they've already figured out our entire defensive network."
Shibi Aburame broke the silence.
Fugaku nodded. "That's right. Two elite jonin escaped. They'll definitely take the information back."
Another silence fell over the tent.
"What should we do now?"
Asuma turned his gaze toward Inoichi Yamanaka.
He was his strategist, after all-the brains of the operation.
Inoichi Yamanaka had quite a headache himself.
Their intelligence had already been leaked. What could they do now?
"How about dismantling our current defensive layout and reassigning everyone?"
Fugaku offered his own solution.
Inoichi Yamanaka shook his head.
"Our defensive deployment is based on combat strength and the level of danger in