The Missing Squad 4

Tetsuma sat back in his chair, a deep sense of unease settling over him as he reviewed the reports once again. The more he read, the clearer it became that something far more insidious was at play than they had realized. The missing ANBU squads, the attacks, the untraceable movements—it all pointed to something, or someone, that knew too much about Konoha's inner workings.

As he examined the records, a thought nagged at him. There had to be something they were missing. His instincts told him that this wasn't the work of just any skilled enemy. There had to be some kind of intelligence or presence that could track ANBU movements with eerie precision.

Though the idea made his skin crawl, he couldn't help but think of creatures—beings that existed beyond their understanding. Perhaps it wasn't just the typical enemy shinobi or rogue factions they were facing. There were rumors of creatures, strange beings with abilities far beyond the reach of normal humans—entities capable of infiltrating unseen, their presence felt only in the destruction they left behind.

Tetsuma leaned forward, rubbing his temple as he considered the possibility. He had no concrete evidence to prove it, but it was starting to seem like Konoha was being monitored by something they couldn't anticipate. Something, or someone, outside the usual threats.

He could not speak of this directly. No one would believe him without proof, and the last thing Konoha needed right now was panic or baseless theories. However, he would drop a subtle hint to those in power—perhaps the Hokage, perhaps his mother, Senju Toka—but he would need to tread carefully.

"I've been reviewing the reports from the missing ANBU teams," Tetsuma spoke, his voice calm yet firm. "And there's one thing I've noticed. These incidents… they aren't random. These squads are being targeted with a precision that suggests someone is tracking their every move. We might be dealing with enemies who possess a level of understanding of our operations that we can't account for. It's not just typical espionage. It's as if there's a presence that knows exactly where we are, what we're doing, and when to strike."

He paused, looking around the room to gauge the reactions of those present. "Maybe there are forces out there—beings or entities—beyond our normal understanding, forces that can track us in ways we can't foresee. I don't know how, but I feel we're being watched by something more than just a trained enemy."

Tetsuma didn't go further than that, leaving his words open-ended. He wouldn't point the finger directly at White Zetsu or any specific force. He couldn't. But he had planted a seed of doubt. He only hoped that his words would be enough to spark a conversation, a line of thinking that might eventually lead them to the truth. For now, all he could do was wait and observe, letting his instincts guide him as he prepared for whatever might come next.