This was the face of a Hokage that could only be learned the hard way, be it through deaths in the open field or accidents that led to crimson hands in the dark. It was the face that Konoha was very careful to keep quiet, but he'd learned, with painstaking care, that without ruthlessness there could be no peace, real or veneered.

"The corners of the room, and I'll start one from the center of the building upstairs before we leave it. Make it appear to have burned upward."