Although Madara-sama sent White Zetsu to notify Renya, he didn't plan to head over immediately.
Senju Tobirama, that old brat, had always been worried about him contacting Madara-sama.
If he left rashly, he would absolutely be discovered.
It was better to quietly wait a bit longer.
Didn't Danzō intend to participate in the Second Shinobi World War and even put him in charge on the battlefield?
Renya could use the trip to the battlefield to find Madara-sama along the way.
When the time came, he'd explain the situation to Madara-sama. Surely he'd understand.
If someone had to be blamed, then blame Senju Tobirama for being too cautious.
Fortunately, Danzō didn't let Renya wait too long and quickly sent someone to summon him.
"Renya-sama, Hokage-sama requests your presence."
An ANBU appeared in the courtyard and spoke respectfully.
…
Hokage's Office.
Renya pushed the door open and walked in, discovering that many people were already inside.
Looking closely, they were the heads of each major clan.
Shimura Danzō, seated in the main position, saw Renya enter and began explaining the situation.
"I plan to join the war in one week. Does anyone have objections?"
No one present voiced opposition.
All these years, it had always been other nations thinking about attacking Konoha; this was the first time Konoha proactively joined a war.
Naturally, the clan heads had no objections.
"Good. Next, we'll begin discussing the battle arrangements…"
After a series of discussions, things were actually not much different from the previous war.
Each major clan was assigned to different small battlefields.
Every clan was responsible for its own sector, with the head of the clan serving as commander.
Above them was a general commander who handled battlefield-wide strategic arrangements.
The general commander was once again Nara Mikage, who had also served during the last war.
Renya, Hiruzen, Koharu, Uchiha Kagami, and others had no fixed assignments.
Wherever the pressure was heavy, they would go there to support—roaming freely across the battlefield.
Renya was especially important.
With the Flying Thunder God Technique, he was perfect for swift support.
"Go back and prepare. We depart in three days."
"Understood!"
After the meeting, Renya was held back alone by Shimura Danzō.
"Renya, I'm counting on you for matters on the battlefield." Danzō said seriously. "This war must be won. Defeat is not permitted!"
Konoha needed a decisive victory to prove its strength to the nations of the shinobi world.
No matter what, they could not fail.
Ideally, they'd crush the enemy with overwhelming force.
Let the nations understand Konoha's might—so they'd never dare harbor thoughts against the village again.
"No problem. Leave it to me."
Since it was a personal request from a friend, Renya naturally didn't refuse.
Konoha right now was frighteningly strong—far beyond what the other four nations could provoke.
Forget high-end forces—even the mid-level strength was terrifying.
With decades of development, the population was far greater than before.
The number of shinobi had grown exponentially.
Even though other nations had also been developing, they were nowhere comparable to Konoha.
As for high-end strength—nothing needed to be said.
Elite jōnin were as common as cows in a herd. Other villages would be beaten until they rolled away crying.
"Everything depends on you," Shimura Danzō said.
He trusted Renya unconditionally, believing he would bring back a satisfying result.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head back."
…
Senju Tobirama's residence.
"I'll be heading to the battlefield in three days."
"Got it. Now go cook."
Senju Tobirama didn't care at all and simply urged him to make dinner.
Renya was powerful, faintly resembling Uchiha Madara's shadow.
In today's shinobi world, there were nearly no people who could pose danger to him.
Instead of worrying about Renya's safety, it was better to worry about who would cook for him afterward.
It seemed he'd have to trouble Orochimaru.
Orochimaru's cooking was decent—when he accompanied Tobirama during experiments, he also prepared meals.
A perfect win-win!
Seeing this, Renya could only head to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
All these years, aside from occasionally leaving the village, he had basically maintained the habit of cooking every day.
Not because he loved cooking—but because someone made him do it every single day.
Over time, it simply became a habit.
Since he was leaving for the battlefield in a few days, he might as well let that old man enjoy a few good meals.
Soon, he wouldn't be able to eat delicious food for a long while.
Little did Renya know—Senju Tobirama had already found a new cook.
…
At the dinner table.
Senju Tobirama looked at the table full of dishes, stunned.
Was it a holiday today?
This kid actually prepared so many dishes!
Usually, Renya found cooking troublesome. At best, he'd prepare four dishes and one soup.
Most of the time, even three dishes were already good.
Yet today, he prepared this much—looked like he'd be eating well tonight.
Senju Tobirama picked up his chopsticks and began enjoying the meal.
Watching the old man keep picking food, Renya couldn't help remembering those early days, more than twenty years ago, when he'd just been adopted.
At that time, the thought of being adopted by the "born evil" Senju Tobirama…
It felt like the sky had collapsed.
An Uchiha brat adopted by their sworn enemy, the Senju.
What a joke!
All because Senju Hashirama made a ridiculous decision on a whim.
At first, the two of them couldn't stand each other and constantly traded snide remarks.
Later, they gradually discovered the old brat wasn't as evil as expected.
In reality, he was pretty good.
Well… that's if you ignored the fact that he used him for experiments…
Time really flew.
"Kid, why aren't you eating?"
Senju Tobirama noticed Renya hadn't moved his chopsticks and asked.
"Just zoned out."
Renya smiled and began eating.
Three days passed in an instant.
…
"Kid, be careful on the battlefield."
Senju Hashirama stood at the doorway, softly reminding Renya as he walked away.
Even though he knew Renya wouldn't be in danger, he still said it instinctively.
"Got it."
Renya waved lightly without turning back.
Finally, he could go see Madara-sama.
White Zetsu had delivered the note a week ago.
He wondered if Madara-sama was getting impatient?
"Sensei / Renya-san!"
On the way to the village gate, Renya encountered Orochimaru and the other two.
"You three are also joining the war?"
"Of course! We have to show them our strength!"
Jiraiya said confidently.
The other two wore equally serious expressions—this was their first large-scale war.
Naturally, they wanted to show their best and display their power.
Renya nodded. The three of them indeed needed battlefield experience.
If Senju Tobirama found out Orochimaru was going to the battlefield…
Who knew how he would react?
The four walked together toward the village gate.
When they arrived, countless shinobi had already gathered.
Everyone's face brimmed with excitement—ready to earn achievements and make names for themselves.
For the young shinobi present, this was their first war.
Of course they'd be excited.
"All forces, move out!"