Everything, all of it, collapsed completely the moment Konoha declared war on the entire Shinobi World.
Before that, the Five Great Nations of the Shinobi World had kept one another in check for a century. Friction was constant, but no one had ever dared launch an all-out war of one against four. For the most part, they attacked one another.
Among them, Konoha had never taken the initiative to provoke a large-scale conflict. In the eyes of every ninja village, Konoha was a formidable enemy, but not a lunatic.
Yet no one had expected that after the new Fourth Hokage, Uchiha Gen, took office, Konoha, which had exercised restraint for a century, would suddenly draw its sword and brazenly declare war on the entire Shinobi World.
The flames of war spread, sparing no one.
War began!
The quiet coastline was torn apart by war, the clear sea stained red with blood. Amid the thin mist that lingered year-round, Kirigakure's distinctive tranquility was gone, replaced by streaks of ninjutsu flying across the sky and the incessant roar of explosions.
The furious roars and screams of ninja fighting to the death.
Konoha's ninja had forcibly brought the flames of war into the Land of Water.
War raged everywhere, and the borders were in crisis.
As Kirigakure's youngest elite jonin, I could not shirk my duty and immediately rushed to the front.
As I headed for the battlefield, my heart still held the passion and aspirations of youth.
I thought this was my chance to make my name throughout the Shinobi World.
As long as I fought valiantly and killed enemies in this world war, I could firmly establish myself among the Shinobi World's strongest and fully prove my teacher's words that I was "Kirigakure's future."
Then I could retire in glory after