The Land of Bears fell quiet, and Kirigakure showed no intention of attacking Konoha's defensive line.
After their last failed attempt to surround and kill him, Madara Uchiha and Black Zetsu made no further moves. They really had no one left to send.
Sending anyone else after Hyuga Akira would just be sending them to their deaths, wouldn't it?
However, the few months Hiruzen Sarutobi had mentioned never came to pass.
Instead, Hyuga Akira ended up staying there for two full years.
Three years. Three whole years. Who knew how he had gotten through these past two years?!
Kirigakure had no intention of starting a war at all. For the past two years, the place had been as quiet as the grave.
It made Hyuga Akira feel that this was no different from being in the village.
"This really is boring." Hyuga Akira reclined in his chair, glanced at Uchiha Fugaku, and said, "Fugaku, why don't you go attack Kirigakure? I'll back you up."
Cold sweat trickled down Uchiha Fugaku's face. "Lord Akira, I think I'd like to live a few more years."
"Ah." Hyuga Akira helplessly raised his head to stare at the tent ceiling, looking as though he had nothing left to live for.
Things had been so peaceful these past two years that there had been no Uchiha casualties at all. He hadn't been given a single opportunity.
Danzo's mission was as good as impossible to complete.
Just then, a figure appeared inside the tent. An Anbu member said solemnly, "Lord Hyuga Akira, your transfer orders have arrived. You can return now."
"Finally." Hyuga Akira appeared before the Anbu member as though he had teleported.
"That old man finally remembered me."
Hyuga Akira stepped forward, picked up the scroll, and read it. At last, someone else