Xuan Zhe did feel a little sympathy for Obito.
But sympathy was one thing. He had no interest in meddling in matters that had nothing to do with him.
Keeping Rin Nohara alive had already taken enough effort.
How would he have the spare energy to worry about whether Obito turned evil?
It definitely wasn't because of gender...
That was the excuse Xuan Zhe gave himself.
"Lord Xuan Zhe, the letters are ready."
Xuan Zhe had just stepped out of the tent when Shikaku Nara handed him two small, completed scrolls.
Xuan Zhe unrolled one of them.
It was addressed to the Land of Fire's daimyo.
Put plainly, its contents laid out Xuan Zhe's terms for the daimyo-
As soon as the war ended, the High-Level Council was to convene in the Land of Fire and elect the next Hokage.
Xuan Zhe couldn't be bothered to read the other one. It was addressed to White Fang.
It told him to bring the northern troops west and rendezvous with him.
"Lord Xuan Zhe, we're ready."
Two grown girls emerged from the tent behind him and called out.
Xuan Zhe put the scrolls back into Shikaku Nara's hands.
"You handle things here."
"Understood."
Shikaku Nara nodded in acknowledgment.
Xuan Zhe turned and strode out of camp with the two well-grown girls beside him, heading straight for the Western Frontline-the area where Konoha faced Kumogakure and Iwagakure.
The three of them soon disappeared from view.
Shikaku Nara withdrew his gaze and prepared to get back to work.
He still had to negotiate post-ceasefire reparations with Kirigakure. A whole pile of crap to deal with.
"The next Mizukage will almost certainly be that kid Karatachi Yagura, won't it?"
Shikaku Nara muttered to himself.
But before he had taken two steps, the person he least