webnovelvip Chapter 414 The Newborn Alliance
Chapter 414 The Newborn Alliance
The rain outside the window showed no signs of letting up, pounding against the mountainside with a continuous, dull thud.
Hanzo remained silent, his fingernails tapping lightly on the metal ring of his scythe.
He was calculating, calculating the methods of the Hokage of Konoha, calculating Onoki's mind that could change its mind at any moment, and calculating how long this fragile alliance could last.
The risks are high, but if we don't act, the Land of Rain will eventually be completely suffocated by Konoha's commercial expansion.
Faced with the choice between being gradually devoured and taking a gamble, he chose the latter.
"condition."
Hanzo uttered those two words.
"The spoils will be split in half, the territory of Kumogakure will be jointly managed by Iwagakure and Sunagakure, and the Land of Rain will obtain the development rights to three golden trade routes leading to the inland." Onoki quickly gave his offer, leaving no room for the other party to bargain.
Hanzo's fingers stopped.
He slowly straightened up, and the cold laugh behind his breathing mask became clearly audible.
"Three trade routes are too few."
"Gojo."
Liemen added, "Plus a non-aggression pact."
Onoki glanced at Retsumon, his brows furrowed, but he did not refute.
To him, the alliance was nothing but a piece of waste paper; as long as the mountain of Konoha still stood, this piece of paper was still usable.
Hanzo slowly loosened his grip on the kusarigama.
He glanced at the two people in front of him who held the title of Shadow, a cold glint in his eyes.
These guys have long been driven mad by their thirst for resources, or rather, from the very beginning, they have been a pack of lone wolves who only know how to chase after their prey.
"make a deal."
He turned around, strode towards the cave entrance, and his figure quickly disappeared into the cold rain.
Inside the cave, Onoki turned to look at Retsumon.
"I can't trust this old guy."
"If we could trust you, it wouldn't be Amegakure."
Liemen didn't care. He took out a wooden puppet bird from his wide robe sleeves.
The thing was exquisite and delicate, with wings that had a cool, metallic sheen.
He gently ran his fingertip across the mechanism inside the bird's belly, and the mechanism clicked.
"The Eight-Tails and Two-Tails of Kumogakure are being held captive by that group of brutes."
Liemen chuckled and placed the puppet bird on the protruding rock at the cave entrance.
The bird's wings trembled slightly, and a faint chakra light emanated from its eyes. Then, it flapped its wings and soared into the sky, disappearing into the gloomy, leaden-gray clouds in the blink of an eye.
He watched the tiny black dot disappear little by little until it was no longer visible.
The cold rain lashed against my cheeks, carrying a chilling aura.
"It's time to let the world hear the sound of the wind."
His tone carried an unsettling calm.
Onoki dusted himself off and turned to walk deeper into the darkness.
Outside the cave, more Iwa ninja and Sunagakure ninja were silently gathering, hidden behind a curtain woven by the rain, like venomous snakes lurking in the abyss.
The rain intensified.
A heavy, oppressive feeling permeated the air, as if a tremendous force was tearing apart the silence of this land.
Fengying turned his back and put his hands into his robe sleeves.
This game has only just begun, and Konoha's so-called golden age, which it is so proud of, may be about to see its first crack appear in this heavy rain.
He didn't look at the disappearing rain curtain again.
Behind him, a dense chorus of footsteps rose and fell, the sound of ninjas marching, their footsteps thumping dully on the muddy ground.
Several members of the Sand Village's ANBU emerged from the shadows, kneeling behind the Kazekage, awaiting final instructions.
Liemen waved his hand, and those figures once again vanished like smoke into the torrential rain.
In the entire valley, only the frequency of rain hitting the stone walls remained.
He stopped at the edge of the cave, where a pool of murky rainwater had accumulated.
In the reflection, Feng Ying's face was cut into fragmented geometric shapes by the swaying water.
He disdainfully looked away and stepped into the endless rain.
At this moment, dozens of kilometers away at the edge of the camp, several Iwagakure reconnaissance ninjas were nervously staring into the distance.
The chakra detectors in their hands kept flashing a dark red light.
One of them lowered his voice and gestured to his companion.
A heavy, whistling sound came from the distant dense forest.
Onoki appeared behind the scout ninja, his small figure appearing as a shrunken shadow in the rain.
"Hurry up."
Onoki's voice was hoarse, "Don't let these iron lumps get stuck in the mud."
The scout ninja nodded immediately and quickly disappeared into the bushes with his companions.
Ōnoki watched them leave and returned to the cave entrance.
The once deep and secluded cave is now completely empty.
Only a torch, not yet completely burned out, remained stuck in a crack in the rock, occasionally crackling with sparks.
Onoki raised his hand and placed his palm on the stone wall.
A thick stream of chakra slowly seeped into the rock, and the originally hard stone wall seemed to turn into flowing liquid at this moment.
This is a unique Earth Release technique of Iwagakure.
He wanted to completely erase this secret meeting place, leaving no trace for Konoha's intelligence agencies to track down.
As he pushed his palm forward, the stone wall slowly sank, and the entire cave interior began to collapse.
The rocks pressed together, producing a harsh, grinding sound.
The cave where they once plotted to change the landscape of the ninja world was reduced to a pile of messy rubble in a matter of seconds.
Onoki dusted off his hands and walked back towards his own position without looking back.
The territory of Kumogakure is located in the northeast of the Land of Rain.
Their destination was to traverse this vast rainforest and cross several rugged mountain ridges.
He could imagine the expression on that kid's face right now.
That reckless man, who hadn't even settled into his position as Raikage, had no idea that true death was approaching.
A rock hermit strode forward behind him, his boots sinking into the soft, wet mud.
Every step leaves a deep footprint behind.
Those footprints were quickly filled and smoothed out by the torrential rain.
It was as if no one had ever set foot in this wilderness.
He walked through a dense pine forest and arrived at a small, makeshift command post.
Dozens of elite Iwagakure ninjas are waiting here.
Their faces were all covered by raincoats, their expressions were stern, and their eyes were fixed straight ahead.
That was the most elite earth-blasting unit in Iwagakure, constantly walking the line between life and death, eliminating all unstable threats to the village.
Onoki hovered in front of the troops, looking up at the sky obscured by dark clouds, and then at his silent subordinates.
He didn't say anything, but simply extended his right hand and made a very simple forward-waving gesture.
Everyone sprang into action instantly, like arrows released from a bow, rushing into the depths of the torrential rain.
The footsteps became more hurried in the rain.