Reborn in Konoha as the Anbu Torturer

Aoba's voice resonated with conviction, calming everyone at the scene with his clear reasoning.

Indeed, his words made sense to everyone. They understood the logic behind them. However, their emotions were not easily swayed, as humans are creatures of emotion, not emotionless machines.

"Minato needs our support now, and the way we can support him is not by adding chaos to his challenges but by returning to Konoha to secure his rightful benefits," Aoba spoke loudly, understanding that his words had shaken the resolve of those present. He needed to solidify this shift in mindset before emotions took over again.

The crowd fell silent.

Everyone, including Sakumo, looked at Aoba differently now, surprised that such an unremarkable person could speak with such calm and reason.

"If you truly want to help Minato-sama..."

Aoba continued, his voice slowly reaching everyone's ears in the quiet forest, each word clear and distinct.

"...then return to Konoha!"

"Uncover the truth behind these schemes!"

"Take action to clear Minato-sama's name!"

"That is what you should be doing now!"

One by one, Aoba's words struck deep, touching a sensitive spot in the hearts of every Konoha ninja. They understood the logic; they were just overwhelmed and unsure how to proceed amidst the chaos, not knowing the best course of action.

After Aoba's speech, everyone had a clearer sense of direction. They began to understand how to be useful without being a burden.

"I understand now."

"I get it."

"Alright, I understand."

"I know what to do now."

"I see now."

Voices from the crowd spoke up, their tone calmer now. The sudden turn of events had left them initially unable to think straight.

No one questioned Aoba about how he knew someone was scheming against Minato. It wasn't necessary; everyone already had their suspicions, and they all aligned closely. These were thoughts that couldn't be openly discussed.

Now, guided by Aoba's words, they understood how they could help Minato from a distance rather than rushing into the chaotic battlefield with their weary bodies.

"Has everyone come to an understanding?" Sakumo asked in a low voice. After speaking, he surveyed everyone, his gaze finally resting on Aoba and nodding slightly.

His questions about Aoba's identity and intentions remained unanswered. Yet, he couldn't deny the sense in Aoba's words, even if he felt the newcomer's intentions might be to prevent them from assisting Minato directly in battle.

Things were getting increasingly strange.

In his years as a ninja, Sakumo had never encountered such bizarre circumstances where the right course seemed so convoluted, adding complexity to an already intricate situation.

"If everyone is clear, then let's head back to Konoha immediately!" Sakumo commanded, returning to his role as leader. His instructions aligned with Aoba's arguments. Even so, his emotions were conflicted, caught between command and empathy.

Ninjas are to follow orders, functioning almost as emotionless tools during missions—the ideal ninja was to act without personal judgment, focusing solely on objectives.

Yet, Sakumo never fully embraced this aspect of being a ninja. His decisions were often driven more by emotion than by strict adherence to rules, which historically had led him to prioritize rescuing comrades over completing missions.

With Sakumo's command, the group unanimously agreed to return to Konoha. They had come to understand their role not just as combatants but as advocates for Minato's leadership.

"We're moving out."

With a final nod, Sakumo signaled the start, and the ninjas quickly mobilized, blending into the forest as they headed towards Konoha, deeply aware of the grave circumstances they were leaving behind yet determined to advocate for Minato.

Aoba remained with the group, and his presence was now acknowledged due to his earlier intervention. His perception covered all the areas, indirectly watching Minato and Kushina. He was ready to intervene if necessary but preferred to let events unfold a little longer.

As they moved, Sakumo's thoughts lingered on Aoba, trying to decipher his true role in these events. The mystery of his identity added another layer of complexity to the already tumultuous situation.