This burly man stood a full two and a half meters tall and weighed nearly three hundred jin, yet at heart, he was naive and simple.
His memories were mostly of battle after battle, killing one "opponent" or enemy after another. He had so little free time that he had never stopped to think about good or evil. He was neither good nor evil, like a blank sheet of paper.
This memory surprised Nara Tama... It was somewhat beyond his expectations, unlike what he had assumed—
Suikazan Fuguki, one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist and the first wielder of the greatsword Samehada, was a man who killed without batting an eye, a cruel and merciless person.
And yet he was "naive" and "simple."
He liked a little white flower that grew at the roots of trees in the forests of the Land of Water. After every mission, he would go out of his way to see them. They grew all over the islands and seemed utterly unremarkable, but he simply loved them.
"Naive, simple..." Nara Tama experienced this memory and felt that the world was full of absurdities.
But then he thought about it, and it seemed strangely reasonable.
The cruel policies of the Bloody Mist had never given a ninja the chance to "grow up" mentally. Beyond the brutal killing, killing, and more killing, they had no social experience and no chance to communicate with others. Naturally, they never matured.
Suikazan Fuguki blinked and gave a smile that bore a striking resemblance to Uchiha Kin's. His pointed teeth looked menacing.
"This body is really nice. All this chakra..." His voice was filled with delight and pleasure. "The only downside is that it's a little ugly."
Suikazan Fuguki's body was in excellent condition. The amount of chakra