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Her hands trembled at the sight. Eimi couldn't believe it. Her knuckles turned white as she clenched the edges of the crudely made book. Aiko had sent one of his men to deliver it to her just moments earlier. It was all the information that the intelligence division had been able to gather about the enemy thus far. More information would come, but for now it was important to know what they were facing. The numbers. The enemy was twice Omoichidou's shinobi numbers. And she feared this difference would just continue to grow. The past was changing. They knew that. Eimi had suspected it when she realized the pattern within the first of the vanis