Their Own Actions (Seeking Subscriptions)

Within Kirigakure, in an extremely secret underground passage, Kisame strolled forward at an unhurried pace.

Everything here was deeply familiar to him, because this had once been where he worked and trained.

He had once been Suikazan Fuguki's subordinate. As one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, that man possessed not only terrifying strength, but also unimaginable authority.

It could be said that nearly every member of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen was a pillar of Kirigakure's strength. They could control, train, and command a certain number of Anbu, and Kisame had been one of them.

Looking at this place that was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar, Kisame could not help but sigh softly.

Here, he had no idea how many fellow trainees he had killed.

They all wore masks, and no one knew who the others truly were.

Perhaps they were from the same clan, perhaps from other clans, or perhaps they were merely commoners.

But no one cared about that. Once you entered this place, your life no longer belonged to you.

There were only three things you believed in: completing missions, protecting secrets, and remaining loyal to Kirigakure.

It was practical, yet incomparably cruel. At least, that was how Kisame remembered it now.

After spending so many years in Konoha, he had regained the faith he wanted there, and regained it anew.

No, it should be said that there, he had obtained something he had never possessed before. He could no longer identify with everything from the past.

This time, rather than saying he had returned to carry out a mission—or, put another way, to help Uchiha Kei's people seize true control of that organization—

It would be more accurate to say that he had come to make a true break with Kirigakure!

And as a former Mist Shinobi,