Shikaku Nara seemed to see the consternation in Senju Chen's heart. His face, which was always awake, showed a rare hint of amusement for watching a good show. He stretched out two fingers, slowly formed a circle around his mouth, and then blew a clear and loud whistle.
"Everyone stop it!"
This whistle seemed to have some kind of magic power, instantly overpowering all the noise in the room. The cooing of pigeons, the turning of paper, the sound of hurried footsteps... everything stopped at this moment. Dozens of eyes were cast towards the door.
"Let me introduce you to everyone." Shikaku Nara lazily turned sideways, completely exposing Senju Chen behind him to everyone's sight, "This is Senju Chen. As decided by the village's senior management, from today on, he will serve as the deputy commander of our Strategic Command."
He paused and added, "From now on, we will all be colleagues and we will all get to know each other. Okay, that's it."
After the words fell, the entire United Front Room fell into an eerie silence for three seconds.
Senju Chen was already prepared. He had imagined various scenarios, maybe questioning, maybe contempt, or simply ignoring. After all, a ten-year-old child parachuted into the nerve center of Konoha as the second-in-command, which is absurd no matter how you look at it.
However, none of the expected situations happened.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
I don't know who started it first, applause rang out sparsely, and then, like a prairie fire, it swept across the entire room in an instant! The thunderous applause lasted for a long time. Those strategic analysts who are usually known for their calmness and rationality now have undisguised excitement and excitement on their faces, and their eyes are so hot that they seem to be looking at some rare treasure.
This... what's going on?
The gentle smile on Senju Chen's face almost broke, this script is wrong.
He took a step forward, followed the words he had prepared long ago, put on a humble posture, and bowed slightly to everyone. "Hello, seniors, I am Senju Chen. I am young and have little talent and knowledge. I will rely on your seniors for guidance in the future. It is my honor to work with you."
A set of standard mandarin, spoken in a flawless manner.
Senju Chen thought to himself, now that the polite words are over, it's time for those old fritters to start "beating" them, right?
But as soon as he finished speaking, before he could straighten up and say "Whoop!", a large group of people immediately surrounded him, swarming him, and the enthusiasm almost made him stagger.
"Tatsumi! It's really you!" A young ninja wearing glasses and looking gentle was crowded in the front, his face flushed, and he was excitedly talking incoherently, "Land of Rain's plan to lure the enemy deeper, how on earth did you calculate that Iwagakure would increase troops from the Western Front? We have deduced it seventeen times, and we all think it is a dead end!"
"And more!" Another ninja with a scar on his face took the lead, "Your strategic idea of using Kumogakure to force Iwagakure to fight on two fronts was a stroke of genius! When the intelligence came back, our entire command headquarters was in a state of excitement! How did you convince that stubborn Third Raikage?"
"Deputy Commander Chen! Those three forests in the north... no, those three 'miracles'! We have seen them through the images sent back by the birds. Is that really what Ninjutsu can do? This is simply art! It is the art of war!"
"Chen Zhi, your timing of the previous attack was textbook-level. Can you tell us about your thinking..."
"..."
For a time, all kinds of questions came in like a tide, completely drowning Senju Chen. None of these people asked about his identity, Senju Clan, and none about his age. They were all the most core and professional tactical and strategic questions. There was no doubt or contempt in their eyes, only pure, almost fanatical admiration and desire.
Are these people... crazy?
Senju Chen was completely confused. He felt like a carrot that fell into a rabbit nest, surrounded by a group of hungry rabbits with red eyes. He had prepared a lot of political rhetoric, but he couldn't use a word at this moment.
Just when he was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm, the lazy voice of Shikaku Nara sounded again.
"Okay, okay, what are we going to do? Do you want to have a tea party?" He pushed aside the crowd with a "too troublesome" expression on his face, "Go back to your seats. If you have any questions, I will make an appointment to ask for advice after get off work. If there is any mistake in the intelligence, I will skin you and make a scroll!"
Shikaku Nara's words were obviously very intimidating. Everyone who had been enthusiastic just now immediately dispersed. However, before leaving, they still reluctantly cast admiring glances at Senju Chen. Those eyes seemed to say, "Don't leave, we will come back later!"
Seeing the command headquarters quickly restored to order, Senju Chen breathed a long sigh of relief, but his mind was still a little dazed.
"Do you understand now?" Shikaku Nara walked up to him and smacked his lips, "You kid, you are more popular here than Lord Hokage."
Senju Chen Looking at those figures who were returning to work, looking at the huge map, a light flashed in my mind, and I suddenly became enlightened.
So that's it.
This group of people is the intelligence center of Konoha and the brain of the war machine. Unlike the ninjas on the front line, they can only see a fragment of the war; they are also not like the elders at the top who only care about the final results of the war and political interests.
They were the most loyal "spectators" and "recorders" of the entire war.
Every game I set up at Land of Rain, every chess piece I laid, every piece of false information I passed, every battle situation I reversed... everything was finally gathered here in the most original and intuitive data flow.
They saw the danger and subtlety behind each battle more clearly than anyone else, even Senju Chen himself. They witnessed with their own eyes how "impossibility" became "reality".
In the eyes of outsiders, Senju Chen may be just a ten-year-old boy. But in the eyes of this group of people, what the name "Senju Chen" represents is a series of strategic plans that shocked the past and the present and can be called works of art.
For this group of "tech geeks" who specialize in strategy and intelligence, Senju Chen is the well-deserved "god" in their field.
Age, identity, background... all become insignificant in the face of absolute and crushing professional abilities.
"Ha..." The corner of Senju Chen's mouth finally evoked a smile that came from the heart, with a bit of fun and pride.
This place was more interesting than he imagined.