In Kirigakure.
The Fifth Mizukage, Terumi Mei, was drinking alone beneath the moon in her backyard, a trace of sorrow on her face.
It had been over a year since she became the Fifth Mizukage. She had realized that all her time and energy had gone into work. Although she had successfully led the village out from under the Bloody Mist policy, the price had been steep. She... no longer even had time to date!
This year, she was already 0!
A full 0 years old!
If she were a civilian, a woman at 0 would already have children old enough to run errands!
Ninjas married later, but female ninjas at 0 definitely had marriage prospects!
And what about her?
Forget a marriage prospect—she did not even have anyone to date. No, it should be said that she had never even dated before!
Was she going to be unable to marry for the rest of her life?
At the thought of such a future, Terumi Mei felt empty, lonely, and cold. She could not help taking another sip of aged wine.
Then she thought of those lunatics in the village who supported the Bloody Mist policy. After her successful coup, they had launched a frenzied counterattack, seeking to restore the old Bloody Mist policy.
Terumi Mei had considered killing them all, but there were quite a few of them. If she acted forcefully, the village would likely be plunged into civil war. That was not something Terumi Mei wanted to see.
Thinking of this, Terumi Mei realized that she would not have time for romance for the next few years, perhaps even the next decade!
Miserable. Too miserable!
Terumi Mei took another sip of aged wine, her gaze slightly intoxicated and pitiful.
Just then.
"Mizukage-sama, bad news!!"
An Anbu suddenly