"Understood, Lord Divine Son!" The chūnin bowed respectfully, his teeth still chattering with fear.
Keeping subordinates properly afraid is the true way to rule them.
Aoi Ren smiled and walked away. To him, these story-worlds were nothing more than game dungeons, and he was merely a passerby moving through them.
Stepping out of the testing grounds, deeper within the rainforest lay the Holy War Compound — the home of every surviving Serpent-Cursed Soldier created so far.
He pushed open the weathered wooden gate. Instantly, nearly fifty thousand Serpent-Cursed Soldiers stepped out of their crude tents as if acting on a single thought, and knelt in perfect unison.
"We welcome the Divine Son!"
It had taken Aoi Ren a full month, and the sacrifice of over two hundred thousand lives, to build this initial force of fifty thousand. But now...
Aoi Ren pushed the gate fully open, a cold smirk on his face. "It is time for the world to know of your existence!"
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Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away, inside the main tent of the Allied Forces, the Hokage, Kazekage, and Tsuchikage sat at a table, their expressions rather peculiar.
"Has Hanzō surrendered to any of you?"
Hiruzen Sarutobi broke the silence first, looking questioningly at the other two Kage.
From the shocked looks in their eyes, he quickly understood: Hanzō had surrendered to none of them. Not even after suffering a total defeat...
After a long pause, the Tsuchikage waved his hand impatiently. "Regardless — Iwagakure will absolutely not permit a new major shinobi village to rise."
Now that he had spoken the truth, the Kazekage and Hiruzen both nodded in agreement.
"We thought Hanzō would know his place after his defeat. We never expected him to be so foolish and uncooperative..."
As leaders of the Five Great Villages, they might fight each other to the death over territory and resources.
But when it came to the emergence of a new major power, none of them wanted the "Five Great Villages" to become the "Six Great Villages," diluting their own influence and power.
"Wait three more days."
The three men, who held the majority of power in this world, reached a unanimous decision: If Hanzō still failed to give a satisfactory answer within three days, Amegakure would cease to exist.
But just then...
Three scouts suddenly pulled back the tent flap at the exact same moment, speaking in unison: "Lord Kazekage, Lord Hokage, Lord Tsuchikage! The civilians of the Land of Rain have suddenly launched an attack against us!"
"Civilians?"
The three Kage frowned deeply. "Is Hanzō truly insane enough to incite ordinary citizens to attack shinobi?"
It was as ridiculous as throwing eggs at a rock!
"Um... Lord Hokage, the situation may not be what you are imagining," the scout said with an awkward and helpless shake of his head. "In short... please come out and see for yourselves."
The three Kage stepped out of the tent, their gazes sweeping past the scattered encampment. In the distance, a human tide like a tsunami stood in perfect formation.
The very air was thick with a murderous aura as the immense crowd slowly pressed forward toward their lines.
"How many are there?"
"Initial estimate: ten thousand."
Their eyes widened in shock. "Hanzō sent that many commoners? Does he intend to destroy his own nation completely?"
Even now, the Kage still held no respect for ordinary people. After all, there was a vast gap between gods and mortals.
Against such a dense formation, a single Fire Release: Great Fireball could slaughter nearly a hundred of them. In their eyes, these people were just coming to die.
"What are your orders?"
Messengers quickly came to ask for instructions, and the answer was absolute and ruthless.
"Kill all invaders!"
When it came to cruelty, the leaders of great villages were second to none.
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