Spoiler at the beginning, Brother Tuzi, can you really open your eyes to this?

Not far from the Land of Fire, the Iwagakure army set up camp, and a heavy atmosphere enveloped the camp.

Inside the main tent of Iwagakure, the Tsuchikage Ōnoki's voice couldn't help but rise a few notches, with an air of incredible shock.

"You mean, our 300 elite soldiers from Iwagakure, plus the elite jonin Toushi, were inexplicably wiped out in just half an hour?"

Oonoki's eyes were fixed on the reporter who came over, his eyes widened as if he had heard something incredible.

Even if there were 300 pigs scattered around, it would take half a day to catch them. If 300 people went in, they would all die in less than half an hour?

You have to know that they spent half of their time on the road after they set out, and the time for real gun and live ammunition confrontation was even shorter.

How could someone disappear in the blink of an eye?

"Yes……"

The reporter lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Oonoki's stern eyes.

After getting confirmation again, even someone as scheming as Ohnoki began to breathe faster.

"What the hell is the dead man doing?"

Three hundred elite ninjas were wiped out in an instant. Even for the powerful Iwagakure Village, such a loss was an unbearable blow.

"Old man, are you okay?" Ohnoki's son Huangtu hurried forward to support him, his face full of worry.

"I'm fine..."

Oonoki took a deep breath, managed to calm himself down, and waved his hand to signal his subordinates to leave.

After the man left the tent, Ohnoki slowly walked to the table and sat down.

In front of him was a huge sand table model, depicting Konoha's possible defense layout.

His eyes were fixed on the sand table, and he remained silent.

"Old man, do you want to send someone to investigate?" Huang Tu suggested.

Oonoki shook his head slowly, his tone heavy:

"No need to check. The only person in Konoha who can completely wipe out the Toushi team in a short period of time is Minato Namikaze."

"Moreover, it must be Minato Namikaze who has set up the Flying Thunder God Mark on the battlefield in advance."

"What puzzles me is..." Ōnoki's eyes fell on the miniature model of Konoha Village on the sand table.

"The intelligence clearly shows that Namikaze Minato should be busy guarding against the Hidden Mist Village's sneak attack on Konoha. How could he suddenly appear on the border of the Land of Fire?"

At this time, it was not only the Iwagakure that was hostile to Konoha. The Kumogakure Village in the Land of Lightning and the Mist Village in the Land of Water had also joined the war.

Konoha had to disperse its forces to deal with the situation. Two fronts had been opened up on the front line. It had to fight against Iwagakure and Kumogakure at the same time, while also guarding against attacks from Mistgakure from the sea.

Therefore, Minato Namikaze had to stay in Konoha just in case.

It was based on this consideration that Ōnoki decided to implement this action plan, believing that Minato Namikaze would not leave the village easily.

However, the fact is...

Oonoki's gaze turned to the yellow earth.

"How did they know about our operation plan?"

There was no flaw in his plan itself, the problem was the leakage of information, which attracted Minato Namikaze.

What's worse is that Minato Namikaze had obviously planned this and had set up the Flying Thunder God trap in advance, waiting for them to fall into his trap.

If the other party can't predict the future, then there must be a problem internally.

Huang Tu suddenly realized: "You mean, there are spies from Konoha among us?"

Ohnoki's expression became more serious: "This operation is highly confidential, and only a few people know about it."

"Go check it yourself."

Huang Tu nodded in agreement and left.

As Ōnoki's son, he is the person his father trusts the most, and he is the only one who can be responsible for this matter.

Meanwhile, Iwagakure was fighting wits and courage with the air in order to catch the non-existent traitor.

Obito had quietly approached the Kannabi Bridge.

This is the vital rear area of ​​Iwagakure, and all supplies for the front line are transported through here.

However, no one noticed Obito's arrival.

"This is it."

Obito stood on a high place, carefully examining the terrain below in the moonlight.

The old fox Madara was hiding in a cave in this area, relying on the outer demon statue to survive.

Obito never forgot that he still owed a debt of 300,000 gold coins in the group.

Even though the First Hokage and Minato never asked for repayment, Obito was not a person who would default on his debts.

Now, his target is Uchiha Madara, who was deceived by Black Zetsu all his life.

Judging from the current timeline, he can change a lot of things, especially the trajectory of Madara's fate.

As long as you rewrite your destiny, the gold coin rewards that follow will not be underestimated.

"Old Spotted Head, I'm here to take your gold coins!"

Obito smiled excitedly, raised his arms high, made a diving motion, and jumped directly down from the tree.

With the help of his ability to become virtual, he was like a fish into water and instantly disappeared into the ground.

………………

The change of day and night in the outside world means nothing to the underground world.

It is always dark and damp here, with a chilling and eerie atmosphere.

Deep in the cave, a huge monster lay there quietly, with its lower body buried in the soil and only the exposed upper body, which was also extremely huge.

This is the body of the Ten-Tails, the Outer Path Demon Statue!

Under the shadow of the heretic golem, a figure sat upright on a cold, hard stone chair.

That is——Uchiha Madara!

Even Shura, the feared Shura in the ninja world, cannot resist the erosion of time.

Ban's hair has turned completely white, wrinkles have covered his once handsome face, and his body is hunched, revealing his old age.

In fact, his vitality had long been exhausted, and he only relied on a few tubes connected to the Outer Statue to absorb the vitality there, barely maintaining his life like a candle swaying in the wind.

Ban was leaning against a stone chair with his eyes closed, seemingly immersed in a dream, but in fact he had been gone for a while.

Uh...that's strange.