It Was All a Misunderstanding

Kirigakure's three Mizukage had been dug up from their graves. Terumi Mei was both shocked and furious, but what left her even more speechless was that the Second Division Duke was in had happened to run into the Mizukage.

What rotten luck. Were there not enough Mizukage Duke had killed, so they had been delivered to him in one neat package? That was wonderful. After today, Duke could publicly declare that he had killed every Mizukage in history!

At that thought, Terumi Mei gave Duke a resentful look. If this really was fate's arrangement, then as the Fifth Mizukage, she might very well be killed by Duke too!

Terumi Mei did not need to agonize over it so much, because in a sense, she had already been killed by Duke more than once or twice.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" Duke felt a chill run down his spine under Terumi Mei's gaze.

"Nothing. I was just thinking that it was fortunate the Fourth Mizukage wasn't summoned." Terumi Mei sighed, her tone full of resentment.

Stop thinking about it. The Fourth Mizukage's corpse had definitely been dug up too. It was just that he was the Three-Tails Jinchuriki, so Madara had kept him by his side as a flute-blowing boy!

Duke pursed his lips and swallowed those words. All four Mizukage had been dug out of their graves; Terumi Mei surely did not feel good about it, so he decided not to rub salt in the wound.

"Kurotsuchi, I'll leave command of the troops to you for now. Watch out for enemy ambushes. I'll handle these three old fellows." Duke rolled his wrists, eager to get started.

"You don't need my help?" Terumi Mei asked.

"No. You're a Mizukage after all, so it wouldn't be appropriate for you to fight