After saying that, Shikaku took a step back and stood quietly beside Tsunade.
The position has been decided.
Without reservation, Konoha's number one think tank has completely fallen under the banner of Senju Chen and Tsunade!
Maybe this is a truly smart person. After discovering that he could not change the future direction of Konoha, he directly and decisively participated in it and overcame all obstacles for Konoha's future.
There was a long dead silence in the conference room.
After a full five minutes, Hiruzen Sarutobi slowly closed his eyes.
After listening to Shikaku Nara's layer-by-layer analysis, he completely understood that the future of Konoha was no longer decided by old guys like them.
Senju Chen is not present in today's parliament, but everyone present knows that Konoha's future is destined to be in the hands of Senju Chen, and it will take a completely different path from that of the past few decades.
He also knew that his own era officially came to an end on this ordinary morning today.
The core power of Konoha will no longer belong to old guys like them.
"Koharu, inflammation."
Hiruzen's voice was as weak as a candle in the wind. "Withdraw the proposal to impeach Medical Department..."
Utatane Koharu's lips trembled and he finally nodded weakly.
"And..." Hiruzen held on to the table and stood up tremblingly.
The old man who once dominated Shinobi World didn't even pick up the ashtray that fell on the ground. He just staggered Earth Flow towards the door.
The moment he opened the wooden door, he stopped, turned his back to everyone, and uttered a sentence hoarsely:
"For me... give Little Chen a message."
Tsunade raised his eyebrows but did not respond.
Hiruzen tilted his head slightly, and an extremely complicated light flashed in his turbid eyes. "Wherever the leaves are flying, the fire is also endless... I only hope that the fire he lit will not burn this forest to ashes."
Click.
After Hiruzen Sarutobi, Mitokado Homura, and Utatane Koharu left, the solid wood door of Hokage's Office was completely closed.
The oppressive and suffocating tension suddenly dissipated, and the bright sunlight outside the window shone brightly on the ground through the blinds.
"Hoo--!"
Tsunade stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Overlooking the bustling Konoha street below, Tsunade's eyes gradually became softer, but with a hint of indescribable complexity.
Little Chen ah...
These old guys all think you are plotting the world for Konoha, and they all think you are planning for the Senju Clan to return to the top.
But only Tsunade could faintly feel the deep sense of crisis hidden deep in the eyes of his seemingly cynical brother all day long.
He seemed to have been racing against some invisible and terrifying existence, frantically building up strength every minute and every second.
That is not just as simple as targeting the four major countries Shinobi World.
"Counting the days, it's been more than two months since the boy went out, right?" Tsunade murmured to himself.
Land of Rain The rain hit the bluestone and shattered into a piece of pale Utakata.
On the ruins of Hanzō's mansion, the newly erected black eaves hung low, and the water flowed into lines, creating several mud puddles in front of the steps.
There are no lights in the main hall.
The long table has long been hastily put together with two wooden frames, and on it are several rolls of the resettlement roster of Amegakure civilians.
"Yahiko" was sitting behind the desk, holding a charcoal pen in his hand and drawing on the page one stroke at a time. There was no slight tremor on the puppet's face, only the purple Rinnegan in its eye sockets had a cold, hard metallic texture in the dim light.
Konan stood by the window, with a lifeless white paper thousand cranes folded on his fingertips.
"Someone is coming."
Konan The paper crane in his hand stopped.
In the shadow of the southeast corner of the main hall, the space is suddenly sunken.
A circle of ripples spread out silently.
A man wearing a half-mask stepped out of the rotating void.
The robe was still damp with Land of Water, and the black cloth on the left shoulder was torn. Although it was barely glued together by White Zetsu's fleshy flesh, it still looked a bit ferocious.
The half of the exposed face was distorted by scars and the eyeballs were bloodshot. Only the Mangekyō Sharingan in the right eye was frighteningly bright.
"It's you again!"
"Yahiko" did not raise his head. He circled a name on the paper with the charcoal pen in his hand, and his tone was so bland that he lacked any vitality.
Nagato keeps in mind Senju Chen's words: less nonsense, more pretending to be dead, the colder you are, the more powerful your opponent will be.
Obito stopped opposite the long table.
He didn't sit down. The scarlet single eye was firmly fixed on "Yahiko"'s face, especially the pitch-black stress-bearing nails on the bridge of his nose and auricles.
Corpse.
It was indeed a complete corpse.
Obito There was a trace of morbid pity and joy in his eyes.
In his opinion, the Nagato opposite him was simply another version of himself - the same cowardice, the same shadyness, and the same need to face this broken world with a cold body.
"Yahiko-kun, or...Nagato-kun who is hiding behind."
Obito spoke, his voice hoarse like two worn pieces of iron rubbing against each other, "How long can you hold his body up by forcefully using secret techniques?"
Konan The paper crane in his hand suddenly tightened, and the edges of the paper pages made a crunching sound.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Konan said coldly, and a circle of white paper quietly stuck to the ground at his feet.
"Stop acting."
Obito sneered and pressed forward half an inch, "There is no heartbeat, no body temperature, and there is not even the rise and fall of the chest. Using secret techniques to control the dead, do you think you can hide it from everyone?"
"Yahiko" behind the desk stopped writing.
The tip of the charcoal pen made a black dot on the rough paper.
Nagato deep in the base took a deep breath, and Senju Chen's smile as he leaned back in his chair seemed to appear in front of his eyes - "If he exposes you, admit half of it and keep half of it. Make him feel that he has no clue. Once a person feels that he understands everything, he is not far away from being taken advantage of."
"Yahiko" slowly raised his head and did not deny it.
The lines of Rinnegan cast a faint light in the dim main hall.
"Now that you've seen it through, do you still dare to come?"
The voice of Nagato was transmitted through Chakra Black Rod, with a hollow accent.
"Why don't I dare to come?"
Obito pulled up the chair and sat down, his movements stiff but with the arrogance of taking control of the situation, "Nagato, I'm not here to expose you. I'm here to give you a hand."
In the soil, a half-black shadow quietly poked its head out.
Black Zetsu was crouching under the wall, staring at the movement in the main hall with one eye.
Before coming, it spent a lot of effort to get Obito back on the track of "saving the world". Now, this drama must continue according to the established script.
"You should know that Land of Rain cannot be saved by you alone now."
Obito stared at "Yahiko" across from him, heart-wrenchingly, "The war between the great powers will break out again at any time. Iwagakure is stationing troops in the north, and Konoha is patrolling in the east. Can you support a village or the entire Land of Rain with just one corpse?"