Making a Run

"Tsk!"

"The tortoise shell is really hard."

Katsuki drained the last 80% of her Chakra Great Thunderclap, but they only managed to knock the Three-Tails to the bottom of the water.

The tortoise shell was so hard that it made his teeth ache.

However, the Three-Tails was not faring well either. Its Chakra was in complete disarray, running rampant within its massive body and completely out of control.

Having lost its senses, and estimating that Shitsukura's consciousness had already fainted, the one now in power should be the Three-Tails' own will... But this lazy turtle couldn't muster any fighting spirit at all, and just sank to the bottom of the water, pretending to be dead, without moving at all.

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The way the Three-Tails exited the scene Mist Ninja. Katsuki sensed the Three-Tails feigning death underwater and his lips twitched. He hadn't expected such an ending either.

"Well, although it's a little different from what I expected... it's still the same."

Katsuki scratched his head. His Chakra was too depleted, and the feeling of emptiness made him very listless. He should run away. If he dragged it out any longer, he might not even be able to control the Thunderclap Chariot, which would be bad.

However, before running away, he had to give the Mist Ninja some big gifts to prevent them from bothering him for no reason.

"Earth Release, Earth Mountain Technique."

The earth shook violently, and a huge hill suddenly rose from the ground, breaking through the surging waves. The surrounding terrain was also greatly changed. Originally, it was a low-lying area, which was able to bear the vast water, but now, as Katsuki raised the hill, it also increased the overall height of the area.

The accumulated water flowed downstream, rushing towards the direction of Kirigakure with the force of a thousand galloping horses.

"Haha, this big gift is for you."

"Crack!"

Amidst the Katsuki laughter, the Thunderclap Chariot sped off in the northwest, leaving only a faint silver glint in the distance.

The Mist Ninja exchanged bewildered glances, but none of them gave chase. A hint of relief flickered in their eyes as they looked at the Third Mizukage. Even the Mist Ninja, accustomed to killing, weren't immune to fear. The fear of death is human nature. Having witnessed the battle between Katsuki and the Three-Tails, even the Jonin couldn't help but feel disheartened. How could they possibly defeat such an enemy?

Have you lost all your courage?

A hint of disappointment flashed in the Third Mizukage's eyes; out of so many people, not a single one dared to step forward.

"What are you all standing there for? Go control the flood! All of you get out there and control the flood! If this water floods into the village, you're all going to retire south!"

Even a mild-mannered person can unleash a furious rage, let alone the Third Mizukage who holds power in Kirigakure. He is usually calm and composed, but when he truly loses his temper, he is even more terrifying.

The Jonin rushed out like their pants were on fire, chasing after the surging water. They racked their brains trying to figure out how to deal with the water. It was no easy task. The water was irreversible, and the larger the volume, the harder it was to control, especially now that the torrent had started to move.

Suikazan Fuguki is a top-tier Water Release ninja in Kirigakure, wielding the Samehada. He is also a long-lasting fighter, and his Ninjutsu is so powerful that he created a vast ocean on land.

You son of a bitch!

However, many Mist Ninja are currently cursing under their breath, constantly cursing Suikazan Fuguki for causing them so much trouble. Most of the Mist Ninja are Water Release ninjas, and they are very familiar with water. They know very well that it is difficult to stop a flood of this size. The mystery of Water Release Techniques lies in 'momentum'. The greater the momentum, the greater the power. The size of the water momentum determines the strength of most Water Release Techniques.

If there were sufficiently powerful Earth Release ninjas, they could easily reverse the terrain and resolve this crisis, just like Katsuki. Unfortunately, Kirigakure didn't have any Earth Release ninjas that were that powerful. Therefore, the Mist Ninjas could only use the most rudimentary method: diverting the torrent. The Jonin each diverted a portion of the torrent, forcibly changing its direction. With many hands making light work, nearly a hundred Jonin worked together and successfully separated the torrent.

"What a bastard!"

The Third Mizukage, who had been watching all this, cursed. With all this commotion, the pursuit was completely hopeless.

"Someone go find the medical unit to take in the wounded, and then get the Sealing Team over here to retrieve the Shitsukura from the lake..."

As orders were issued one after another, the Third Mizukage's face showed signs of exhaustion. He stood on this artificial lake, looking at the vast expanse of water, his heart heavy. He thought that his subordinates had lost their courage after being beaten, but he himself was also filled with helplessness. Just thinking about Katsuki gave him a headache. This sense of powerlessness reminded him of the First Mizukage.

In his memory, the First Mizukage had also sighed and lamented in the same way.

In that era, Konoha was the only dominant force, and all the other major ninja villages depended on it for survival. This was all because of the fear that Konoha's First Hokage and Madara Uchiha instilled in the other major ninja villages, a fear from which they had no power to resist.

"Could it be that Konoha is about to produce another Ninja God?"

A bitter smile appeared on his handsome face, and strands of white hair had appeared at his temples.

"Are you Yuki?"

Souma Uzumaki leaned against a tree root, and Katsuki's clone was healing him. Over the years, he had accumulated too many hidden injuries, and even Katsuki, who considered himself second only to Tsunade as a renowned physician, needed time to help him recover.

"You know us too?"

Yuki Hatsuzuki munched on his dry rations, he observed the gray-haired Souma Uzumaki with great interest.

"Of course, as the Land of Whirlpools is the neighbor of the Land of Water, we know a thing or two about it." Souma Uzumaki laughed. "The reputation of the Yuki may not be prominent in the Shinobi World in recent years, but going back forty or fifty years, during the Warring States period, the Yuki clan was a powerful clan that could rival the Senju and Uchiha."

"Huh? Is it really that powerful?"

Chief Yuki it, their own family members didn't know their own history, but an outsider was talking about it so fluently.

"These are all old stories. When I was young, I was idle and not very diligent in cultivation. Instead, I liked to read the old books of our clan. The strange and wonderful stories in them were very interesting. There were stories about the Sage of Six Paths creating the world, as well as some anecdotes about the Warring States period. They were very interesting to read. And there happened to be an old ancestor who had nothing better to do than record the affairs of your clan in them."

"Hmm... Come to think of it, I seem to have seen it too. When Uzushio Village suffered its calamity, the Great Elder had my teacher take away many of the family's old belongings beforehand, and they're still stored in the basement of my house!" the clone interjected. "If you want to see them, you should be able to find them when you return to the village."

"Family history?"

Yuki Hatsuzuki looked up at the misty sky. The Land of Water was always like this, with the thick mist never dissipating.

"We'll see when the time comes. We don't even know if we'll be able to leave the Land of Water alive!"

"Of course we can leave alive."

Lightning flashed across the sky, Katsuki stood steadily in the clearing in the forest.

"Clan Chief Yuki, please continue on your journey in peace. The Mist Ninja won't be able to catch up anytime soon; at most, they'll just have one or two eyes watching you."