The distribution of supplies and provisions kept picking up speed, and the work was finally completed before five in the morning.
All one hundred thousand members of the Allied Shinobi Forces had collected their supplies.
After packing up their ninja tools, medicine, and other items, all the ninja began joining their combat units at their preassigned positions.
One combat unit after another quickly took shape.
But this also brought a problem.
Although the ninja from the various Shinobi Villages knew they now shared a common goal and enemy, they struggled to suppress the hatred in their hearts.
After all, there was an enemy far away on the horizon, and an enemy right beside them who was about to become a comrade.
Which was more likely to get under their skin?
Naturally, it was the enemy right in front of them.
Indeed, once the Allied Shinobi Forces officially assembled, friction and conflict became increasingly apparent.
The Five Great Shinobi Villages had once waged endless wars against one another, accumulating countless grudges over the years that were difficult to resolve.
They could not simply be erased on command.
Even with a common enemy now, the ninja still harbored an aversion to ninja from other Shinobi Villages.
Forget fighting-keeping such a force together for any length of time would be a pipe dream.
Within the newly established Allied Shinobi Forces lay rifts that were difficult to mend, bottomless doubts, and conflicts.
"Why is Shihōin Naraku the Supreme Commander of the Allied Shinobi Forces?"
"Exactly. It really pisses me off!"
"That's right. A ninja from Konoha actually became the Supreme Commander of the Allied Shinobi Forces. I've suddenly lost all hope for the outcome of this war."
"Hey! What are you saying? How dare you question Lord Naraku!"
"You're asking to die!"
"You want