Naruto: The world has misled me a lot!

The Fire Nation's Eastern Command.

When Kato Makoto arrived at the camp, there seemed to be a dark cloud in the sky and the air was filled with an oppressive cold and chilly atmosphere.

"That's really embarrassing, Minato."

In just a few days, the war situation changed drastically. The Kirigakure advanced 500 miles a day, and the urgent reports they sent were too numerous to handle.

Kato Makoto had to arrive first with only the Root members.

The power of the Mizukage was beyond everyone's expectations, and his ultimate ice escape technique was breathtaking. He could control anything with water at will, including blood spilling from the human body.

What was most abundant on the battlefield was blood. The flying blood condensed into sharp swords and steel needles in the hands of the Third Mizukage, shooting from all directions and penetrating every hole, turning into the most terrifying killing weapon.

The Konoha ninjas fell down in droves like harvested wheat.

For a while, Konoha was afraid to die, and afraid to kill, and was being unilaterally suppressed.

The only thing that can stop the Mizukage is the Fire Release Technique, but it can only slow down the Mizukage's pace, and the price paid is another large-scale sacrifice of the Uchiha clan.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Makoto. None of these Sandaime in the ninja world are easy to deal with."

Namikaze Minato led Kato Makoto into the tent with a wry smile on his face.

Compared with the confidence when he first arrived at the front line, the Golden Flash was hit hard at this moment.

Although he didn't have any wounds on his body, there were bruises and frostbite hidden under his clothes.

This was the result of him rushing behind the third generation and launching a forced attack.

The Rasengan with wind-style chakra was imprinted on the back of the Mizukage, but was blocked by a layer of ice armor. The omnipresent coldness surrounded him on all sides, leaving him no room to dodge or move.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and Flying Thunder God did not have the ability to teleport, so he avoided the ubiquitous ice spears and ice spikes. If he had been cut, he would have been wounded by the bloody ice cones in an instant and pierced through the heart by thousands of ice.

"I heard that Fugaku-kun was seriously injured by the Third Mizukage?"

Kato Makoto scanned the pale faces in the tent and found someone who was absent.

"Fugaku's childhood friend blocked the Third Mizukage's fatal ice blade for him, so..."

Uchiha Fugaku was absent from the welcoming team, and Shikaku explained to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding.

After all, as a front-line military strategist, it is also his responsibility to coordinate personnel.

In fact, Uchiha Fugaku had locked himself in the tent for half a day.

When he came back carrying his childhood friend's body, he looked as if he was shrouded in a dark cloud. Everyone comforted him and then left him alone.

Separation and death are common things for those who dance on the edge of a knife, and time is the best antidote.

"Hurry and give it to Tsunade, and ask her to come here quickly. Minato, you are the fastest, so please help me."

All the ninjas present had pale faces, their bodies trembled from time to time, and the breath they exhaled was like frost mist in the morning light.

If even the high-level commanders are like this, what will the situation be like for the ninja troops below? Kato Makoto has been in many battles and naturally knows it clearly.

The most urgent task is to preserve Konoha's manpower and boost morale, and only then can we consider turning defeat into victory.

When all the ninjas heard what Kato Makoto said, their eyes immediately lit up.

They were tortured by the Mizukage's ice chakra and couldn't sleep well at night, for they were afraid that they would not be able to wake up the next day without their own chakra to suppress it.

This is not an isolated case, but a common situation on the front line. It is not uncommon to find your companions turned into ice sculptures when you wake up in the morning.

If there is the best ninja in the ninja world, he can at least help the frontline ninjas suppress the negative state of ice escape and remove the shadow of death hanging over their heads.

Nara Shikaku quickly took out a pen and paper and handed them to Kato Makoto. The meaning was very clear: he wanted this big boss to write a personal letter.

It's useless for anyone else to write, Tsunade can completely ignore it, even the Third Hokage might not be able to do it with a letter.

But Nara Shikaku had no doubt about the influence the young man before him had on the Fire Nation princess.

Although only a corner of the necklace hanging on the other person's neck could be seen, it was enough.

Makoto Kato did not hesitate. He wrote a formal letter in a few strokes, signed it, and stamped it.

"I understand. I'll leave right away."

Minato Namikaze looked serious and spoke in a firm tone. He took the urgent package and disappeared in an instant.

As the most orthodox successor to the Will of Fire, he would do his best to contribute to Konoha.

Bang bang bang!

Just as Kato Makoto wanted to continue to understand the situation on the front line and arrange military affairs, the sound of military drums suddenly sounded.

"It's Kirigakure. They're attacking again."

The sound of the war drums was like a death warrant, causing the jonin to cry out in fear.

Every time facing an attack from the Kirigakure, Konoha suffered heavy losses, and the sound of military drums was almost synonymous with death.

After a long battle, the morale was at a low point and they became like frightened birds.

"You cowards of Konoha, come out now! I just finished my meal and I'm looking for you guys to help me digest my food. Why don't you get out now? Hahaha!"

The huge voice drowned out the sound of the war drums and was clearly heard by Kato Makoto across the camp.

"They fight like this every day, provoking war? And you allow them to humiliate you wantonly?"

Seeing that the people below lowered their heads and dared not speak, the white-haired young man gently pressed his temples with his fingers.

The opponents were all so pale that the people on the front line didn't think about fighting at the first time, but were terrified and speechless.

A raging soldier, and a raging nest.

The people above no longer have the courage to resist. How are the Chunin and Genin below supposed to see this?

"Master Cheng, the casualties on the front line are too heavy. The ninja's body has been greatly affected by the suppression of ice chakra. Even the chakra refining can't reach half of the normal standard. We can only adopt a defensive strategy to prevent them from breaking through the ninja army's defense."

Others can pretend not to hear the question, but there is no way Nara Shikaku will not come forward to explain.

When the combat power of the top leaders is unbalanced, the ninjas below can only rely on their lives. This is also the dilemma that the Nara clan, who is famous for their wisdom, is most reluctant to face.

It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.

"It really is a show of force for me."

Kato Makoto stood up from his seat, and Terai hurriedly took off the ninja sword from his back, clenched it with both hands and handed it to the white-haired young man.

"Across the way are the Ninjas of the Kirigakure and the Shikotsu Kekkei Genkai. I'll go with you."

Uchiha Fugaku, who arrived late, walked into the tent in a hurry, the three magatama in his eyes were flowing, and his dark pupils were full of gloomy power.

In Kato Makoto's perception, the power of Yin Dun in the eyes of the Uchiha clan leader was almost overflowing.

Interesting, the stimulation of hatred can increase the power of the Sharingan dramatically?

Is it an accident, or is it the Uchiha's characteristic?

If the occasion allowed, Kato Makoto would like to observe it more closely.

"No need, they are just a few little ghosts, you guys wait here, I will be back soon."

He took the Duanfeng from Terai's hand and walked out of the tent slowly.

"Terai, pack up the tent, make a pot of hot tea, and hurry over here. After stretching your legs, you need to relax and unwind."