8mi Chapter 104 Why Can't the Teacher Let Go of Hatred?
Chapter 104 Why Can't the Teacher Let Go of Hatred?
"Rest in place," ordered Fugaku Uchiha. "Reconnaissance team, advance five kilometers and establish a perimeter. Medical team, examine all wounded personnel to ensure there are no signs of poisoning or genjutsu."
"Fugaku," Hyuga Tenjin said in a low voice, "I want to personally lead a group to the front to take a look."
"No," Fugaku Uchiha shook his head, "I'll go."
Hyuga Tennin frowned slightly: "When it comes to reconnaissance, Hyuga's Byakugan is more suitable."
"I know." Fugaku Uchiha looked to the other side of the camp—where more than fifty Uchiha clansmen had spontaneously gathered, each with the red light of Sharingan flashing in their eyes. "But we need to make a contribution."
Hyuga Tenjin remained silent. In fact, he really wanted to explain to this young master of the Uchiha clan that whether the Uchiha clan could integrate into the Konoha government had nothing to do with whether they had any achievements.
But I swallowed the words back. Some things are better left unsaid, especially now, or people will think I'm trying to steal the credit.
It would be better to let these arrogant Uchiha clans experience it and feel it for themselves.
However, under normal circumstances, the Uchiha clan does indeed need to make contributions.
Since the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju, established the police force, limiting the Uchiha clan to the role of maintaining order within the village, this once-powerful clan, which was on par with the Senju, has gradually distanced itself from the system of military merit. Opportunities to distinguish themselves on the battlefield have become increasingly scarce, and their influence within the village has waned.
In contrast, the Hyuga clan, as one of the oldest ninja clans in Konoha, adheres to their family precepts. The branch family protects the main family, and the main family does not easily take risks, maintaining a delicate yet stable position for the entire clan in Konoha. Merit is not a necessity for them.
"I understand." Hyuga Tennin finally nodded. "Take fifty men and advance no more than twenty miles outside the Grass Village. If anything unusual happens, retreat immediately."
"rest assured."
Fugaku Uchiha turned and walked towards his clansmen. Fifty pairs of Sharingan eyes looked at him simultaneously, their gazes filled with longing, fighting spirit, and a restlessness that had been suppressed for too long.
"Come with me."
At the same time, in Konoha Village.
Inside the Hokage's office, the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, frowned as he looked at the latest battle report.
"Advanced fifty miles in two days, killed nearly a hundred grass ninja, and suffered fewer than ten casualties ourselves..." he muttered to himself, "It went too smoothly."
Xiaochun, who was switching dorm rooms, stood to the side and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"
"Good news?" Hiruzen Sarutobi put down the scroll. "Koharu, you also experienced the Warring States period. On the battlefield, too much success often means greater danger lies ahead."
Mitokado Homura: "Fugaku and Tennin are both cautious people; they will likely act with care."
"I hope so," Hiruzen Sarutobi said, his mind uneasy.
The Land of Earth, Hidden Rock Village.
Ōnoki hovered in mid-air, looking at the intelligence sent back by the spy in his hand, a cold smile appearing on his wrinkled face.
"Konoha sent a thousand troops, and the Uchiha and Hyuga clans joined forces to attack the Grass Village."
Behind him, Huang Tu said, "Lord Tsuchikage, should we intervene?"
"Intervene?" Onoki shook his head with a smile. "No, we'll just watch. Kusagakure only has a few hundred people. Even if they have some backup plan, they can't possibly stop the combined forces of Konoha's two major clans. This war will be over in half a month at most."
"However, send orders to the border troops to strengthen vigilance. If Konoha gains a foothold in the Land of Grass, it will not be good for Iwagakure."
"Yes."
An underground cave.
A white, humanoid creature slowly emerged from the ground, uttering a strange, sarcastic voice: "Lord Madara, the war between Konoha and Kusagakure has begun~"
Deep within the cave, Uchiha Madara, seated on a stone throne, kept his eyes tightly closed: "Speak."
"Konoha has dispatched Fugaku Uchiha and Tennin Hyuga, along with a thousand ninja. As for Kusagakure... there seems to be some activity going on, but I'm not sure of the specifics. Lord Madara, should I go check it out?"
"No need." Madara Uchiha's voice was filled with undisguised contempt: "To attack a small ninja village of a few hundred people, you actually need to mobilize the Uchiha and Hyuga clans. Konoha is becoming more and more decadent under Tobirama and Hiruzen."
"And the outcome of this war..."
"The Grass Ninja is doomed to lose," Madara Uchiha said calmly. "The difference in strength cannot be bridged by clever tricks. Don't bother with such trivial matters; the Eye of the Moon Plan is the priority."
Yes~
White Zetsu slowly sank to the ground, and the cave fell silent once more.
On the other side of the border of the Land of Grass.
Kakuzu strolled leisurely along the forest path, followed by a hundred Takigakure ninja. Their pace was slow; it was more like a leisurely outing than a journey to the battlefield.
"Lord Kakuzu, shouldn't we speed things up?" a Jonin from Takigakure couldn't help but ask. "The fighting might have already broken out in Kusagakure."
Kakuzu didn't even turn his head: "What's the rush?"
"But……"
"The Grass Ninja Village invited us to be reinforcements. When is the best time for reinforcements to arrive? When the battle is at its most intense and both sides are exhausted. If we arrive too early, they'll expect us to do more; if we arrive too late, the Grass Ninja Village will be wiped out, and we'll lose our commission. So, it's just right, not too early and not too late."
He looked up at the sky: "At this speed, it will take another three days."
The Takigakure ninjas looked at each other, but no one dared to refute them.
This powerful figure, who has lived since the Warring States period, usually looks like a greedy old man, but when he gives an order, no one dares to object.
Kakuzu continued walking forward, but he was thinking about something else.
What on earth is that guy, Shisei Aburame, up to?
That guy is terrifyingly strong. If he could just summon all those insects from underground, he could fight Konoha.
But he simply doesn't want to reveal his strength at all, and he doesn't even plan to take action during this war between the two countries.
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
In any case, whether the Grass Ninja Village wins or loses, he will make money. If they win, his commission will double; if they lose, he can still salvage some valuable corpses from the battlefield and sell them on the black market for money.
Further away, in Orochimaru's basement, his movements suddenly paused; his physical strength was now steadily increasing. "Finally, I've been reborn!"
In the Land of Rain, Jiraiya sighed at the thought of the impending war.
"Sigh! Old man, why can't you consider the bigger picture and put aside your hatred a little?"
"Hate will only perpetuate hatred. Why can't we understand and tolerate each other to reach a reconciliation and bring peace to the ninja world?"
In the land of grass, mimicry-monitoring insects are found everywhere, lurking in mountains, grasses, trees, and even rivers.
They watched as fifty pairs of scarlet Sharingan eyes moved through the forest, rapidly approaching Kusagakure.
A storm is brewing.
The wind has already picked up.