Title: The Grandmother's Wrath
Prologue: The Iron Country's Fury
In the quiet, snow-laden lands of the Iron Country, where samurai ruled and shinobi were mere guests, there lived a woman. A woman whose stature barely reached that of a child, yet whose temper could shake the very foundations of the Five Great Nations.
Her name was irrelevant. Her age? Forty. Her appearance? Deceptively harmless. But her rage? Unmatched.
She had watched, for decades, as shinobi tore the world apart in their endless wars. The First Shinobi War? Brutal, but understandable. The Second? A mess, but at least it had some spectacle. But this—this Third Shinobi War?
A complete farce.
Chapter 1: The Letter of Scorn
One day after the war's official end, when the surviving shinobi were still licking their wounds, four identical letters arrived in the hands of the Kage and their councils.
No sender. No seal. Just raw, unfiltered fury etched onto parchment.
"What bullshit this war is! Why are the three holy lands of the toads, snakes, and slugs all participating in human wars and supporting Konohagakure? And that's not all—they choose the Third Hokage's disciples! They dare say they don't interfere with human matters? What a load of crap! How many people died because of them?!"
"So tell me—how many of you losers from the four villages even killed a single toad, snake, or slug? None at all! Because they just escape when they're in danger through the summoning jutsu! What a joke! If you're all so weak, why didn't even one of you do something?!"
"I am so frustrated from this bullshit!"
Silence.
Then—chaos.
Chapter 2: The Reactions of the Defeated
· In Iwagakure, the Tsuchikage's eye twitched as he read the letter. His council erupted—some in fury, some in reluctant agreement. "She's not wrong…" muttered an old war hawk.
· In Sunagakure, the Kazekage's grip tightened. The Sand Council had already been humiliated by their losses. Now this? "Who dares—?!"
· In Kumogakure, the Raikage roared, lightning crackling around him. "Find this insolent worm!"
· In Kirigakure, the Mizukage's eerie smile widened. "Interesting…"
But none could trace the letter's origin.
Chapter 3: The Woman Who Spoke the Truth
Back in the Iron Country, the tiny grandmother sipped her tea, smirking.
"Let them rage. Let them realize how pathetic they've been."
She had no power. No army. No chakra.
But she had words.
And sometimes, words were the sharpest weapon of all.
Epilogue: The Seeds of Doubt
Years later, whispers would spread.
"Why do the Sannin have summons, but we don't?"
"Why does Konoha always have the advantage?"
"Why do the summon clans play favorites?"
And in the shadows, a certain grandmother chuckled.
War was coming again.
But this time?
People would be asking the right questions.
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The End. (Or perhaps… The Beginning?)