Captured alive...
These two words, like two invisible heavy hammers, hit Sarutobi Kenzo's cognition hard.
Two Chunin and one old Genin completely wiped out an elite transport team with two Jonin, and... captured the leader Jonin alive?
If you say this, do you believe it?
Just you?
The dead silence at the entrance of the camp was infinitely amplified by the sound of rain. The sound of every drop of rain hitting the tarpaulin seemed to be questioning the common sense and reason of everyone present. The expressions on the faces of the elite ninjas who followed Sarutobi Kenzo ranged from initial confusion, to shock, to confusion and sluggishness at this moment.
I guess Lord Orochimaru did 99% of the work, and then you just pulled things back. This is a little more reasonable.
Just when everyone was trying to "reasonably" understand this information, a slender figure appeared behind everyone without warning.
He was like an existence separated from the rain and shadows. He fell to the ground silently, and his breath was restrained to the extreme. However, when those iconic golden snake eyes swept across the audience, a terrifying coercion originating from the life level instantly strangled everyone's throats.
The air seemed to have become thick and cold.
Orochimaru.
Sarutobi Kenzo's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body tensed up subconsciously.
"Hehehe..." Orochi" Maru's hoarse and magnetic laughter slowly spread in the silent camp, with a playful and condescending look, "It seems that my student has fully proven his ability to you."
He walked slowly to Senju Chen's side, and gently pressed his pale hand on the top of Senju Chen's head.
"My student", these four words, like a thunder, exploded in everyone's ears again. It is not only a statement of facts, but also an undeniable declaration.
Orochimaru's eyes finally fell on Sarutobi Kenzo's face full of struggle and disbelief. The curvature of the corners of his mouth became more meaningful.
"From now on, Land of Rain frontline camp, all Konoha Ninja, are under the unified command of Senju Chen."
He said this sentence in an understatement, as if he was stating an ordinary decision.
Sarutobi Kenzo's brain buzzed and went blank. He even wondered if he was hearing hallucinations because he had been in the rain for too long. Let an eight-year-old child command all Jonin and Chunin, including him? This... this is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!
"Orochimaru... Sir..." A Senju Clan ninja mustered up the courage to speak with difficulty, "Senju Chen he still..."
"Huh?" Orochimaru glanced over lightly.
With just one look, the ninja felt as if he had been struck by lightning. All the rest of his words were stuck in his throat, and he could no longer spit out another word. He felt like a frog being stared at by a giant python.
Orochimaru withdrew his gaze and looked around the audience, with a hint of irresistible majesty in his hoarse voice:
"If you have any objections, you can raise them with me now."
In the camp, you can hear a needle drop.
Who dares? Who dares to raise objections to Orochimaru, one of Sannin, in person?
Sarutobi Kenzo's heart is churning violently. As an elite of the Sarutobi Clan and a member of Third Hokage's tribe, his pride and dignity are resisting this ridiculous fate. But his reason was frantically warning him that the man in front of him was the legendary Sannin, a monster with the power of Kage Level. The consequences of disobeying him were definitely not something he could bear.
This... is a political show.
In a flash of lightning, Sarutobi Kenzo figured it out. Orochimaru was not asking for advice at all. He was using his unrivaled prestige to forcefully pave the way for his students and wear a crown of power for him. And that terrifying record was a gorgeous decoration that made the crown less dazzling.
He took a deep breath and suppressed all the unwillingness and humiliation in his heart. He knew that he had no choice. He could only "cooperate with the performance".
At the same time, after the initial shock, the eyes of the Senju Faction ninjas invariably lit up with a certain light. They looked at each other and read too many things from each other's eyes.
Opportunity! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Senju Faction is now in a weak position, and the apparent leader Princess Tsunade has gone away. They need a new flag so much! And now, Orochimaru personally handed this flag to them. Even though this flag is still very immature, with the support of strong people like Orochimaru, and some military exploits as the foundation, his future is limitless!
For a moment, these quick-thinking Senju Faction ninjas no longer had any resistance in their hearts. Instead, they were filled with almost excited joy.
"It seems that everyone has no objections." Orochimaru nodded with satisfaction.
He released the hand on Senju Chen's head, took out a scroll from his arms, and threw it casually.
"Take it."
Senju Chen caught the scroll steadily, his hand sank slightly, and Orochimaru's body temperature still remained on it.
"This is something dug out from the mouth of Tsuchiya Iwagakure Jonin."
"Iwagakure In Land of Rain, all the hidden piles, strongholds, and supply routes that have not yet been evacuated are inside."
Senju Chen held the scroll, and he knew that this was not only a piece of information, but also a test paper, a transfer of power, and the beginning of responsibility. Orochimaru used the roughest and most direct way to push him to the center of the stage, making him the focus of all eyes.
He could feel Sarutobi Kenzo's repressed scrutiny and dissatisfaction, and he could also detect the burning, expectant eyes of those Senju Faction people behind him.
From now on, these people are his "team". A deputy with a grudge, a group of people who regard him as the hope for Senju's revival, and two "comrades" who stand aside and silently witness all this.
Senju Chen's face still looked calm, but his heart was already making calculations rapidly.
What Orochimaru wants is a result. A result that will make Konoha High Command and the entire Shinobi World look at them. And he needs to use his identity as "commander" to firmly hold these temporary "chess pieces" in his own hands to gain the maximum benefit for himself.
He raised his head, met Sarutobi Kenzo's complex eyes, nodded slightly, and showed a pure and harmless smile that was consistent with his age.
"Senior Kenzo, I will be asking for your advice from now on."
Looking at the childish smiling face in front of him, he turned to look at Orochimaru with a cold expression.
"I'll wait and follow the commander's orders!"
The uniform voice echoed in the rain.
A unique command system with an eight-year-old child at its core, forcibly spawned by Sannin and tacitly acquiesced by all forces, was born.