The crowd was naturally more than happy to do so. Ever since the Third Mizukage's dark rule began, they had not felt this at ease in years.
Terumi Mei had been tossing and turning for days. Though she was tired, she was happy to see her father so delighted. She readily agreed as well. "Let's eat and drink to our hearts' content today. No one goes home until they're drunk!"
"Yes! We won't go home until we're drunk, until we're drunk..."
The four of them laughed as they walked down the road. The streets had regained some liveliness as well. After buying the food and drinks they needed, they headed straight for Old Zhao's home.
"Dad, I've cleaned your house every day, just like before..."
"Oh! Xiao Mei, you've worked hard! Sigh... I really haven't been home in a long time, hahaha..."
Terumi Mei took out the key and was about to open the door when her father said, "Daughter, let me do it! It's been a long time since I opened my own door, hahaha..."
Everyone burst out laughing. Old Zhao turned the key, turned around and smiled at them, then pushed the door open—only to suddenly hear a sound from inside!
Creak, creak...
Terumi Mei froze when she heard it. On the day of the incident, she and everyone else had heard that same sound. Mirai-sama had carefully held her and flown out through the window, telling her it was the sound of a puppet. Now, that same sound had appeared in her own home. There had to be something wrong behind the door.
While everyone was still confused, Terumi Mei pulled her father back and saw several cold flashes shoot out.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
Old Zhao cried out as a needle pierced his left arm.
Seeing what