Chapter 1060: , His War Has Only Just Begun

"Damn it!!!!"

Danzo cursed and slammed the table before him in anger.

"Sunagakure…"

"I will make you pay the price!"

After saying this in a gloomy tone, Danzo waved his hand and summoned several members of the Root organization.

"Return to the village immediately and inform the Hokage of Sunagakure's betrayal!"

"Also tell Sarutobi that I am determined to lead the front-line forces to crush Sunagakure once again and let them witness the power of Konoha!"

Danzo ordered the Root ninjas before him sternly, his eyes flashing with a strange look.

"Yes!"

At once, several Root ninjas responded and then sped off in the direction of Konoha.

As the saying goes, misfortune is where fortune lies, and fortune is where misfortune hides.

Sunagakure's sudden defection this time might not be an opportunity for Danzo.

For Danzo, who was aiming for the Hokage position, what was he lacking most right now?

Naturally, it was prestige!

So as long as he could defeat Sunagakure, Danzo would be able to gain significant prestige logically.

As for whether he could win?

Danzo was naturally not worried at all.

He indeed could not beat the Third Kazekage.

But this was a war between villages.

With Konoha as his backing, Danzo had full confidence that he could defeat Sunagakure.

The Third Kazekage, while strong, was not strong enough to change the course of the war single-handedly.

Not to mention, Hatake Sakumo had already crippled Sunagakure previously.

The combat power on Konoha's front line now could definitely be considered strong and well-equipped.

This wave?

This wave is 800,000 against 600,000; the advantage is mine.

And so, very soon, within the Land of Rivers.

The flames of war between Sunagakure and Konoha were reignited.

Everything seemed unchanged.

But the commanders standing at the two ends of the battlefield had both changed.

This war officially shifted from Chiyo and Ebizo vs. Hatake Sakumo.

To a contest between the Third Kazekage and Danzo.

Land of Rain.

Drizzling rain, accompanied by dark clouds, shrouded the sky of this country, never dissipating year-round.

Although this country had long been accustomed to the baptism of war over the years, this unprecedented great battle still left this already barren land even more devastated.

Hanzo of the Salamander stepped on the muddy ground unique to the Land of Rain, looked up at his surroundings, his eyes carrying a hint of deep gloom.

But soon, this gloom turned into firmness once again.

He suddenly raised his hand and performed a hand seal gesture.

At once, a faint stream of chakra flowed upstream from the rain curtain, silently reaching into the dark, heavy clouds.

Afterward, Hanzo of the Salamander stood in the rain, waiting quietly.

It was not until a long time later that several ninjas wearing rubber raincoats finally arrived.

"That is…"

"It's Lord Hanzo!!!"

Several Rain-nin, upon seeing the figure of Hanzo of the Salamander from afar, immediately made excited sounds.

Ever since that battle, where Hanzo of the Salamander led the Rain-nin in a desperate struggle.

The Rain-nin could be considered completely shattered.

Less than one in ten of the participating Rain-nin remained.

In the entire Rain Village, the only one who could be considered a decent combat force at this time was likely Hanzo of the Salamander himself.

After that battle, due to the invitation from Mizunuki Ryosuke, Hanzo of the Salamander did not have much time to settle the disintegrating Rain-nin, only hastily ordering them to hide separately.

Hanzo of the Salamander then embarked on his journey to the Land of Iron.

Now, having returned to the Land of Iron, looking at the few remaining stragglers before him, Hanzo of the Salamander naturally felt immensely emotional.

"Where are the others?"

Hanzo of the Salamander asked the Rain-nin before him in a dull voice.