After the bloody battle, traces of blood residue still clung to Yagami's clothes.
So after taking a shower, he discarded everything he had been wearing.
He pulled on a new set of samurai attire issued by the system.
Although the clothes were classified as low tier items within the system, their craftsmanship was far more refined and elegant than anything produced in this world.
Ah—ah—
The sharp sounds of air being torn apart rang out one after another.
Yagami soon returned to the battlefield.
"Morning, Yagami?"
The killing intent that once clung to him had been completely washed away, and paired with the change in outfit, his entire presence felt different.
At that moment, Yagami's temperament seemed to shift dramatically.
Compared to before, it felt as though he had stepped out of a completely different world.
Kushina's eyes lit up instantly.
"Sensei…?"
Kakashi wore the same look of disbelief.
Yagami had always been strict—especially when teaching swordsmanship.
In Kakashi's mind, his teacher was cold, sharp, and intimidating.
He hadn't expected that simply changing clothes could make Yagami look so calm… even refined.
"Lord Yagami!"
"Lord Yagami!"
Tekuno was just about to exclaim in surprise when the surrounding Konoha shinobi began greeting Yagami one after another.
With his killing intent gone, Yagami now appeared elegant and easygoing.
That made it much easier for people to approach him.
After all—
This was a man who had fought one hundred enemies alone.
"…?"
A question mark practically appeared on Yagami's face.
He didn't understand why they were calling him Lord.
In his memory, only the citizens of Rōran, whom he had once protected, addressed him that way.
"They admire you now."
Seeing his confusion, Kushina explained with a smile.
Hearing that Kushina had somehow turned into a storyteller without him noticing made Yagami feel faintly helpless.
When Yagami and the others returned to Kikyō Castle, the sky had already darkened.
At that very moment—
News of the war had finally reached Konohagakure.
Sarutobi Hiruzen broke out in a cold sweat the instant he received the report.
Ignoring the late hour, he immediately summoned Konoha's high-ranking officials and the heads of every major clan.
As for the Uchiha Clan, who currently lacked a clan head, the elders were summoned instead.
Hokage Building
Third Floor – Conference Hall
One by one, the clan heads arrived.
"What happened? Why summon us in the middle of the night?"
The Aburame clan head asked, his voice filled with confusion.
Behind him stood a young man wearing dark glasses—
Aburame Shibi, the future head of the clan.
"I don't know either," someone replied, shaking his head.
"But calling everyone at this hour? Something serious must've happened."
An elderly man with pale Byakugan eyes spoke calmly.
He was the current head of the Hyūga Clan.
Judging by his age, he would likely step down soon.
The Nara clan head sat silently, eyes half-closed.
Being summoned at night gave him a vague but unpleasant feeling.
"Tap—tap—tap!"
Footsteps echoed as Sarutobi Hiruzen entered with the elders.
A heavy atmosphere instantly filled the room.
The clan heads grew even more uneasy.
"Hmph."
"The Uchiha really do think highly of themselves—still not here."
Danzō Shimura snorted as soon as he noticed the empty Uchiha seats.
As long as there was even the slightest opening, he never missed a chance to provoke them.
"Enough. Sit down."
The Third Hokage shot him a sharp glance.
At a time like this, he had no patience for internal conflict.
Seeing the warning in Hiruzen's eyes, Danzō snorted softly, leaned on his cane, and took his seat.
At that moment...
An aged voice came from outside.
"I'm here… here…"
"I'm getting on in years. My legs aren't what they used to be—please forgive me."
The Uchiha Grand Elder, the last to arrive, stepped in, breathing heavily.
He was being supported by Uchiha Mikoto.
"Grand Elder, please sit. We were waiting for you."
Sarutobi Hiruzen shot Danzō another glare before gesturing politely.
"Ah—yes, yes."
The elder nodded repeatedly and was helped to the seat bearing the Uchiha clan crest.
"War has broken out."
The moment the Uchiha elder sat down, every gaze turned toward the Third Hokage.
Hiruzen wasted no time.
"This is a critical moment. I'll be direct."
"The Third Kazekage of Sunagakure has disappeared."
"Sand Village's leadership has blamed his disappearance on Konoha—and declared war."
"The conflict began four days ago."
For a brief moment—
Silence.
Then the conference hall erupted.
"Ridiculous!"
"That's their excuse?!"
"Despicable!"
Curses toward Sunagakure rang out from every corner.
Only the Nara clan head remained calm.
Several days ago, nearly a hundred ninja had been dispatched to Kikyō Castle.
He had sensed something was wrong back then.
Now, everything made sense.
"Bang. Bang. Bang."
Hiruzen tapped the table, silencing the room.
"Now is not the time for outrage."
"Time is limited. Every clan must be prepared to mobilize before noon tomorrow."
One by one, the clan heads voiced their acknowledgments.
Orders were given. Assignments were made.
As time passed, all arrangements were finalized—
Except one.
The Uchiha Clan had yet to be addressed.
The Uchiha Grand Elder rose immediately.
"Hokage-sama… during wartime, the safety of Konoha depends heavily on the Uchiha."
"We will remain on guard within the village."
Only then did the Third Hokage nod.
"The Uchiha will handle internal security."
The meaning was clear.
The Uchiha would not be sent to the front lines.
They would gain no battlefield merit in this war.
"I understand."
The Grand Elder lowered his head slightly.
"Well then," Hiruzen said, standing up,
"Return to your clans and make your preparations."
The meeting ended.
The clan heads departed one after another, urgency written on every face.
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