As soon as the words fell, he seemed to have had all his energy drained away. His burly body could no longer support it and he knelt on one knee.
"Clang----clang-dang----"
As Ai surrendered, the weapons held tightly in the hands of the surviving cloud ninjas around them finally slipped away, making a series of crisp and desperate sounds.
The battle is finally over.
Seeing that the other party had completely given up resistance, the cold murderous intent in Sen's eyes slowly faded away.
He took back the Samehada that was still buzzing, and the huge green god slowly dissipated like a mirage, revealing his slightly tired body.
All Konoha Ninja who saw this scene stopped fighting and breathed a long sigh of relief involuntarily.
The feeling of joy of surviving the disaster came to my heart.
However, no one noticed that Sen's hand that had just taken back Samehada was trembling slightly at the moment it was lowered.
A wisp of blood flowed out of his pupils, which he wiped away as if nothing had happened.
He ignored the others and turned towards the girl named Han Mei who had been hiding behind him.
He looked at her face that was bloodless due to fear and sorrow, and said in an unprecedented calm tone, "Land of Lightning will become better in the future, and your village will also become better. What happened before will never happen again."
This is a promise and a comfort.
But when Han Mei was heard, all that was left was endless panic and numbness.
She stared blankly at the man who had just slaughtered thousands of his compatriots, and could only nod subconsciously.
She knew that from now on, her village might really no longer be bullied by Land of Lightning, but she never thought that the price of this "peace" would be such a heavy sea of blood.
Sen noticed her confusion and just shook her head slightly without saying anything more.
He steeled himself, turned his attention to Ai who was kneeling on the ground again, and resumed his victor's posture. "Since you are defeated, from now on, everything Kumogakure must obey my arrangements."
Ai clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms, and finally nodded helplessly.
He knew that the village's defeat not only meant sacrifice in this battle, but also meant that the entire country's top combat effectiveness had been exhausted.
Now Land of Lightning is like fish on a chopping board, and can only be slaughtered by others.
He raised his head and stared at Sen with bloodshot eyes, waiting for the other party to propose compensation for the defeat.
Land, resources, money--even, the village's ninjutsu secrets.
He has already prepared for the worst. If the other lion opens his mouth, Land of Lightning may not be able to get out of the shadow of poverty and decline in the next ten years, or even decades.
Soon, Ai and his party dragged Sen and his party back to Kumogakure, dragging their heavy bodies and exhausted physically and mentally.
This is a village built on the top of the clouds. Countless huge ring-shaped mountains are like long corridors, entrenching and protecting the village.
Most of the buildings are built against the mountains, towering into the clouds, connected by iron cable bridges, and are shrouded in lingering clouds and mist and flashes of lightning from time to time all year round.
The air here is thinner than elsewhere, and the environment is more desolate and chilly. Just like the ninjas of Kumogakure, they are tough and aloof.
However, when the defeated remnant returned to the village with the victors, this aloofness was instantly replaced by panic.
The news that Raikage died in battle and thousands of elite ninjas were wiped out was like a plague, quickly spreading throughout the village.
Fear and commotion spread like wildfire, and everyone looked at the black-haired boy with frightened eyes, as if he was the god of death who brought the doomsday.
In the chaos, several young ninjas who could not accept the reality roared out of the shadows and shot the poisoned Kunai at Sen.
But Sen just dodged sideways and didn't even turn on Sharingan.
He looked at the young people whose faces were distorted by fear and anger, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but in the end he just waved his hand to signal Minato that they did not need to take action.
He seemed to be tired of killing, and instead let these sneak attacks go.
He transferred chakra and said loudly to all the commotion villagers, "Your village is indeed defeated, but I will not change your lives, at least the lives of ordinary people will not be changed."
His voice echoed clearly in the valley, and the crowd finally calmed down slowly.
Sen looked at the darkening sky and said, "I am not here to enslave you, but to end all these wars. I will only weaken the combat effectiveness of your village, and will not do anything else."
From now on, your village can avoid any war, and if a new enemy appears, I will even come to help you."
After saying that, he ignored everyone's complicated looks and took his people to find a remote location on the edge of the village. Hand Seals with both hands.
"Wood Release·The art of the four-pillar family!"
The solid wood broke out of the ground, and under the shocked eyes of everyone, it was quickly built into a sturdy house that could accommodate everyone.
He arranged for everyone to go in and rest, while he silently guarded the door.
It's late at night.
After a tiring day, everyone soon began to snore, but in the corner of the house, Han Mei could not fall asleep.
As soon as she closed her eyes, everything that happened on the battlefield today flashed crazily in her mind.
Those tragic scenes of missing limbs and broken arms, and the desperate cries of the ninjas before they died, haunted her like a nightmare.
She stood up suddenly, unable to fall asleep, so she could only walk around the room.
At this time, she saw the figure of the young man sitting alone on the roof unable to sleep at the window.
All these tragedies seemed to be caused by him.
But he wanted to help himself, his village, and the entire Land of Frost.
This contradictory feeling was about to tear her apart.
She Earth Flow accidentally got out and asked tentatively, "Sen----You can't sleep either?"
Sen Turned back, under the moonlight, his scarlet eyes had returned to black, but they were full of fatigue that was inconsistent with his age.
He nodded. "This is my first time to experience such a tragic war - I can't sleep."
"Then why are you still doing this?" Han Mei mustered up the courage to ask, "You could just repel them----"
Sen was silent for a moment before slowly spitting out two words: "Because of hatred."
"Hatred?" Han Mei didn't quite understand and asked tentatively, "Is it because of your parents or companions? I also know that there has been constant friction between your big countries."
"No." Sen shook his head. He looked at the waning moon in the sky that was obscured by clouds. His voice was low and distant, "It's not just my hatred, but the deep-rooted hatred among all the countries in this land."
"The hatred condensed over thousands of years is like a dry forest. Any spark can start a prairie fire. If you want to stop the fire, you can't just extinguish the flames of one tree."
He turned his head, his black pupils looking particularly deep in the moonlight.
"You have seen what the village looked like when there was not enough food. The civilians could not survive and starved to death. This world obviously has the magical ability of Chakra, and it can make everyone live happily, but it has to use this power to force others to die."
"Now, only by using the most powerful force to completely level the entire forest and isolate an insurmountable fire break can I truly prevent all future disasters.
7
There was a weak tremor in his voice, as if he was saying to himself, "It's just that I can't forget those wailing sounds and those desperate faces before death."