These people were all heroes of this war, and their presence was also meant to intimidate the Four Great Ninja Villages.
With them here, the other villages would know that Konoha had pillars supporting all three generations, old, young, and younger. It would not collapse yet, and it was not theirs to covet.
But wasn't Hyuga Akira's strength a little excessive? He clearly belonged to the youngest generation, yet he already stood on the same level as the older generation.
Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed.
Although the war had primarily relied on the vast numbers of Shinobi, victory was inseparably linked to each of these people.
Hyuga Akira had no interest in any of this. He was observing Hatake Sakumo.
Of everyone here, Hatake Sakumo was the one unfamiliar to him. Although he had always heard of his reputation, this was his first time meeting the man himself.
He wore an ordinary blue bodysuit with a green vest, a Hokage Armband on one sleeve, and a short blade on his back.
Although he looked about the same age as the Sannin, Hatake Sakumo was actually younger, though not by much. He had slaughtered his way through Sunagakure, yet there was not a trace of killing intent about him. Instead, he felt gentle.
Just looking at him, one could never imagine how many people had died at his hands.
While Hyuga Akira observed Hatake Sakumo, Hatake Sakumo was also observing Hyuga Akira.
He looked fourteen or fifteen, like a newcomer who had entered the world of Shinobi only a couple of years ago. He wore the Uchiha-no, the Hyuga Clan's traditional clothing, and his white eyes almost gave an illusion of innocence. Yet Hatake Sakumo could smell a deep scent of blood; extremely potent killing intent lay hidden within him.
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