They came, one by one. First it was Haruko, which is as much as he could’ve expected. She was certainly eager to cease running the village, and he could not much blame her. They were not meant for such bureaucratic endeavors. She said as much as she approached, and he nodded, his face solemn. He wanted to share in her merriment, but he could not find it within himself to do so. ”You may well have to, someday,” he said in response. He knew it was unnecessarily vague and foreboding, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that plagued him about their upcoming attack. Instead he, grabbed a cup, filled it with tea, and handed it to the samurai. ”The trip was… well, it was telling, if nothing else.” He took a sip of his own cup of tea before he continued. ”A snake now leads Kirigakure, named Hansho. I do not trust him, but I suppose I never should trust another of the Kage. Ryoka, at least, seemed like an honorable woman… But this new leader’s mind is filled with games, of power, and of subterfuge. We will have to be careful. Nevertheless, he has agreed to join us in our assault. We had sent a letter to Kemurigakure, so it is possible that they will come. I have planned under the assumption that they will not, however.”
Then the twins arrived, immediately hostile to him. It seemed they were still upset about his treatment of Slyther, and Shang couldn’t quite understand the hang up they had. Slyther was, in fact, immortal – even worse, he was a heathen. Of a death cult, specifically. One founded on the murder of other people. Nevertheless, he would fill up two cups of tea, and offer the cups to them. ”Take them,” he commanded. ”You are not late. Thank you for coming back to the village on such a short notice, it is much appreciated. How goes your training?”
After the response, Hayate arrived, bowing. The Raikage appreciated the deference. Shang found it altogether too formal for one who was not a student of his. Thankfully for Hayate, it was the Raikage who was at the forefront here, and not Shang. The Raikage filled a cup for the man and offered it to him. ”Well, I suppose you are the commanders of note. If more arrive later on, you can brief them later.” He took another sip from his own cup of tea. ”We move to bring the war to Konohagakure’s doorstep. Kirigakure will join us. Perhaps Kemurigakure, but I won’t be planning as if they will.” Another sip of the tea, to wet his throat, suddenly dry. ”The Mizukage and I decided on a general plan. A team of Kirigakure’s best shinobi will sneak into the village to weaken their defenses inside. Our forces will begin raiding the resources outside of the village, draw out some of their shinobi. Once they’ve spread out, the main bulk of Kirigakure will attack the village proper. Spread out as they will be it should be a hard, but doable, victory.” He looked to the eyes of each of them, making certain they understood the general outline of the plan, and paused his speaking for a second for any questions that the group might have.