"How are things at the front now?"
Inside an outpost on the Land of Wind's border, the Commander-in-Chief of the Border Guard Forces looked at the yellow sand drifting endlessly before him. He tugged at his hood before turning to question his subordinate.
As Commander-in-Chief, he could not simply run off to the battlefield. He needed to stay here and coordinate the overall situation.
After all, the assignment he had received was dangerous and troublesome. Recalling the guard forces to capture a Konoha Anbu was something he had never encountered before.
To him, this was absurd in the extreme. Sending such a massive force to capture one person was utterly irresponsible toward the border defenses of the Land of Wind and Sunagakure.
After all, a mobilization on this scale could even have been used to handle a moderately sized war!
Yes, a war—a high-intensity clash between armed Shinobi forces, not a low-intensity, small-scale conflict in a limited area.
Right now, the Commander-in-Chief felt as though a dog had run into an area surrounded by buried explosive tags, and they were expected to foolishly rescue it.
Although the comparison did not quite fit, their actual situation bore a certain resemblance to it.
"Sir, all units have received their orders and are heading toward the combat zone," the Sand Ninja beside him immediately said. "But there are already over a hundred Shinobi in the combat zone. I think they can resolve this before the others even arrive."
"Yes, that's what I think too." The commander nodded. He shared that opinion.
After all, he did not believe anyone could face more than a hundred Shinobi and still handle them with composure.
As far as he remembered, only Kumogakure's Third Raikage had fought tens of thousands of enemies for three days. But hadn't even