Tsunade sat behind her desk, one hand pressed to her temple. Her other hand held the scroll she’d just read a third time, just to be sure.

Left alone, Tsunade stared at the crimson seal on the scroll—the insignia of the Mist Village. Emergency dispatch. Highest priority.

She picked it up again, scanning the final line:

“The new one wears the red clouds. Estimated power: unmatched since the days of the masked man himself.”