The village of Iwagakure was silent. A chilling wind blew through the mountainous ninja village. Towering high above all other stone structures was the Tsuchikage's palace. Inside, sitting at a large stone desk, was the Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki. In front of his desk were seven shinobi, clad in Iwagakure garb. They waited patiently, hands behind their back for the old Tsuchikage's decision. Finally, he raised his small round head and opened his stone cold eyes, "We have no other choice. The Five Great Nations are getting ever more tenacious. The disbanding of our alliance after the last war, all those years ago, has left great distrust among the shinobi. Too much information on our villages were leaked to the other villages." he explained in his old, raspy voice. "The tensions between the vi