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... notice? ! What is the intelligence service doing?

Well, these Konoha ninjas naturally don't know. Just a few days ago, their intelligence personnel had received an order from a high-level guard to completely withdraw from that area.

In Konoha's conference hall, smoke and dust filled the air.

Sarutobi Hiizan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Ohnogi opposite. "Your Excellency Tsuchikage, what do you mean? Are you demonstrating against us?" Beside him, Jiraiya and Minato, ...

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