"Rest and reorganize on the spot," Uchiha Fugaku ordered. "Scouting squad, advance five kiloters and establish a picket line. dical squad, check all wounded personnel to ensure there are no signs of poisoning or genjutsu."
"Fugaku," Hyuga Tennin said in a low voice, "I want to personally lead a team to look ahead."
"No." Uchiha Fugaku shook his head. "I will go."
Hyuga Tennin frowned slightly. "In terms of scouting, the Hyuga's Byakugan is more suitable."
"I know." Uchiha Fugaku looked toward the other side of the camp. There, more than fifty Uchiha clansn had gathered voluntarily, the red light of the Sharingan flickering in everyone's eyes. "But we need to achieve military rit."
Hyuga Tennin remained silent. In truth, he really wanted to explain to this young master of the Uchiha that whether the Uchiha could integrate into Konoha's political power had nothing to do with having military rit.
But the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back down. So things are better left unsaid, especially now; if he spoke up, the other party would think he was trying to steal the credit.
It was better to let these proud Uchiha experience and feel it for themselves.
Then again, under normal circumstances, the Uchiha clan truly did need rit.
Ever since the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, established the Military Police Force and restricted the Uchiha to managing village security, this grand clan—which once shared equal fa with the Senju—had gradually distanced itself from the system of war achievents. Opportunities to earn rit on the battlefield grew fewer, and their voice within the village waned day by day.
In contrast, the Hyuga clan, as one of Konoha's oldest noble clans, upheld their family precepts. The branch house protected the main house, and the main house did not easily put itself in danger. The entire clan maintained a subtle and stable position within Konoha. rit, for them, was not a necessity.
"I understand," Hyuga Tennin finally nodded. "Take fifty n, and advance at most twenty miles outside the Grass Village. If there is any abnormality, retreat imdiately."
"Rest assured."
Uchiha Fugaku turned and walked toward his clansn. Fifty pairs of Sharingan looked at him simultaneously. In those eyes, there was desire, battle intent, and a restlessness that had been suppressed for far too long.
"Co with ."
At the sa ti, in Konoha Village.
Inside the Hokage's office, the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, looked at the latest battle report, his brow furrowed deeply.
"Advancing fifty miles in two days, killing nearly a hundred Grass ninjas, with our own casualties under ten n..." he murmured to himself. "It's too smooth."
Utatane Koharu stood to the side. "Isn't that a good thing?"
"A good thing?" Sarutobi Hiruzen put down the scroll. "Koharu, you are also soone who lived through the Warring States period. On the battlefield, things going too smoothly usually ans greater danger lies ahead."
Mitokado Homura added, "Fugaku and Tennin are both cautious n. They should act with care."
"I hope so," Sarutobi Hiruzen said, feeling uneasy.
In the Land of Earth, Hidden Stone Village.
Ohnoki floated in mid-air, looking at the intelligence sent back by a spy. A cold smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Konoha deployed a thousand troops, with the Uchiha and Hyuga clans jointly leading the attack on the Grass Village."
Behind him, Kitsuchi asked, "Lord Tsuchikage, do we need to intervene?"
"Intervene?" Ohnoki shook his head with a smile. "No, we will just watch. The Grass Village has only a few hundred people. Even if they have so hidden cards, it is impossible for them to stop the joint forces of Konoha's two grand clans. This war will end in half a month at most."
"However, send orders to the border troops to increase vigilance. If Konoha gains a solid foothold in the Land of Grass, it won't be a good thing for our Hidden Stone."
"Yes."
In a certain underground cave.
A white, humanoid creature slowly erged from the ground, making a strange, mocking sound. "Lord Madara, the war between Konoha and the Grass Village has begun~"
Deep within the cave, Uchiha Madara sat on his stone throne, his eyes still tightly closed. "Speak."
"Konoha sent Uchiha Fugaku and Hyuga Tennin with a thousand ninjas. As for the Grass Village... there seem to be so small movents, but the specifics are unclear. Lord Madara, do you need to take a look?"
"No need." Uchiha Madara's voice carried undisguised contempt. "To fight a small ninja village of a few hundred people, they actually need to deploy both the Uchiha and Hyuga clans. Konoha has grown weaker and weaker in the hands of Tobirama and Hiruzen."
"Then the outco of this war..."
"The Grass Village is bound to lose," Uchiha Madara said plainly. "The gap in strength cannot be made up by petty cleverness. Ignore such boring matters; the Eye of the Moon Plan is the main focus."
"Understood~"
White Zetsu slowly sank back into the ground, and the cave fell into silence once more.
On the other side of the Land of Grass border.
Kakuzu walked leisurely along a path through the forest, followed by one hundred Takigakure ninjas. Their pace was not fast; rather than rushing to a battlefield, they looked more like they were out on a stroll.
"Lord Kakuzu, shouldn't we pick up the pace?" a Takigakure Jonin couldn't help but ask. "The fighting over at the Grass Village might have already started."
Kakuzu didn't turn his head. "What's the rush?"
"But..."
"The Grass Village hired us to be reinforcents. When are reinforcents most valuable? It is when the battle is at its fiercest, and both sides are completely exhausted. If we go too early, they will want us to exert our strength; if we go too late and the Grass Village is destroyed, the commission fee is gone. Therefore, neither too early nor too late is just right."
He looked up at the sky. "At this rate, we will walk for another three days."
The Takigakure ninjas looked at each other, but no one dared to argue.
This powerhouse, who had lived from the Warring States period until now, usually looked like a money-grubbing old man, but when he gave an order, no one dared to oppose him.
Kakuzu continued forward, but his mind was calculating sothing else.
What on earth was that guy Abura Shisui, who went by the codena Shiraki, planning?
That guy's strength was terrifyingly vast. If he summoned all those insects from underground, he could fight Konoha on his own.
Yet he absolutely refused to reveal his strength, and he didn't even plan to make a move personally during this clash between the two nations.
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
In any case, whether the Grass Village won or lost, he would make money. If they won, his commission would double; if they lost, he could still salvage so valuable corpses from the battlefield to sell on the black market for cash.
Further away, in Orochimaru's underground laboratory, his movents suddenly paused. At this mont, his physical strength was constantly climbing. "Finally, a complete transformation!"
In the Land of Rain, Jiraiya sighed when he thought about the upcoming war.
"Ah! Old man, why can't you look at the bigger picture and just let go of the hatred a little?"
"Blind hatred only causes hatred to continue. Why can't people understand each other, tolerate each other, and reach a reconciliation to bring peace to the ninja world?"
Back in the Land of Grass, mimicry monitoring insects were spread everywhere, lurking in the mountains, forests, and even within the rivers.
Under the guidance of Shiraki, they monitored the area, watching as fifty pairs of crimson Sharingan moved through the forest, rapidly closing in on the Grass Village.
The mountain rain was about to fall.
The wind had already begun to blow.
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