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... lligence in the Land of Rain," a voice reported in the Hokage's office.

"That's not nearly enough," Danzo interrupted, his tone sharp. "From the reports we've gathered, it's clear the Land of Wind and the Land of Earth are set on making a move against the Land of Rain. We must send more shinobi to gather intelligence. Only by doing so can we seize the initiative when war breaks out."

Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, leaned back in his chair, listening intently.

"Howeve ...

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