"Little Tsuna... I'd forgotten. You're not just Nawaki's teacher, but Little Tsuna's friend too. In that case, I won't stand on ceremony. I came to ask you for a small favor."
At those words, Tobirama Senju couldn't help picturing a little girl clutching a fistful of banknotes and dragging him toward a gambling hall. His expression softened, and he spoke gently to Orochimaru.
"I'd be happy to help. But I'm still the commander of this front, so I doubt I can get away anytime soon. Unless... someone could take my place."
As he spoke, Orochimaru turned his gaze toward Uchiha Izuna, who was idly studying the railgun model nearby. Tobirama Senju looked over at Uchiha Izuna as well.
"..."
With both men staring at him, the corner of Uchiha Izuna's mouth twitched.
Night had deepened.
"Against a village this weak, why not just send the whole army in? Tch, that student of Tobirama Senju's really is useless. A peace policy? That's how weaklings think."
Inside the command room at Konoha's camp, Uchiha Izuna, disguised as Orochimaru with the Transformation Technique, looked disdainfully at the scroll bearing the Hokage's seal on the desk and muttered under his breath.
"They just lucked into a better era and got to enjoy some good days. Back in our time, who bothered with all this roundabout nonsense? If we didn't strip this so-called Sunagakure bare, we'd have considered ourselves incompetent."
Uchiha Izuna raised his hand and was about to burn the scroll when countless utterly revolting chakra signatures suddenly entered his sensory range.
A strange expression crossed his face.
"Surely... it couldn't be this much of a coincidence?"
An azure beam sliced through the night sky. Countless missile-like objects followed, hurtling in from afar and landing within the camp.
Boom!!!
Boom!!!
Boom!!!
Countless explosions