"Hey, Old Man, the people from Konoha are already here."
Kurotsuchi sat idly in a chair, swinging her lower legs as she complained to her grandfather.
"I'm not an old man yet! So Konoha's here. We can just hold the meeting tomorrow as planned."
Ōnoki looked at his granddaughter unhappily. I'm still young. How can you call me an old man?
"All right, I just saw the Hokage come out of the Kazekage's room and head toward the Mizukage's room."
Kurotsuchi pursed her lips. An old man who kept accidentally throwing out his back ought to just accept reality.
Ōnoki's gaze sharpened. Konoha, Sunagakure, and Kirigakure did have a good relationship.
As Konoha's Vassal Village, Sunagakure went without saying.
But after ending its days as the Bloody Mist Village, Kirigakure had chosen Konoha as the first village to establish diplomatic relations with.
Iwagakure, Kumogakure, and Sunagakure had come afterward.
Purely in terms of interests, Sunagakure's might be tied to Konoha's, but Kirigakure's were not necessarily so.
Still, their objective this time was to deal with...
"Ah! My back!"
As Ōnoki stood on his chair, bent over and tapping the table in thought, a faint sound rang out, followed by intense pain.
"Oh, Grandpa, honestly."
Kurotsuchi looked speechlessly at Ōnoki, who had thrown out his back again, and walked over helplessly to support him and massage it.
"All right, we're discussing how to deal with that Madara this time. There's no need for all this scheming right now."
Kurotsuchi spoke to Ōnoki, whose eyes were closed.
"When you reach my age, you have to think a little further ahead. Look, Konoha has already made Sunagakure its Vassal Village. Do you think they have no designs on our Iwagakure?"
Ōnoki spoke helplessly.
Their current alliance had only come about because an unprecedentedly