"Tell me, whose idea was all of this?"
"Who was it?"
"Who wanted me dead so badly?"
"My head is right here! Who dares come and take it!"
Once everyone had entered the conference room.
Without even taking the time to change into clean clothes, Rasa began pointing at Sunagakure's senior officials and berating them.
Betrayal!
This was utter betrayal!
He could accept sacrificing Pakura after the war to reduce reparations, but he could not accept sacrificing himself after a defeat.
In his eyes.
Those were two entirely different things.
Sunagakure had the harshest environment of any ninja village in the Shinobi World.
Eighty percent of its land was desert.
Ever since the Daimyo of the Land of Wind had reduced his support for Sunagakure.
Sunagakure, which had teetered on the brink of collapse after the Third Shinobi World War, had survived entirely because he, Rasa, had worked day and night as a "Gold Miner" in the desert.
It was no exaggeration to say:
Without him, there would be no Sunagakure as it was today!
He, Rasa, was Sunagakure's pillar, the very core of its core.
He had never imagined.
That one day, Sunagakure would stab him in the back.
There was a specific term in Chinese chess:
Abandon the Horse to Attack the King!
But in Rasa's eyes, he was not the horse, but the piece that decided victory or defeat.
The general!
One could abandon the horse to attack the king, but not abandon one's own general!
That was no different from madness!
What did they mean, he should first give up his heart for victory in war?
The expressions of everyone in the room changed, each in a different way.
The white-haired Ebizo pushed aside a high-ranking Sand Shinobi who was about to explain, then advanced