The solemn, grave atmosphere that had blanketed the entire village seemed to have dispersed. Many people in the restaurant were speculating about and analyzing what the Third Mizukage had just said.
The impact of the Mirai incident ran deep, and the complexity of the situation seemed to have exceeded his expectations...
Outside a corner room in the Mizukage Building.
The Third Mizukage opened the door and looked at the people tied up inside. One or two of them were still struggling. He could not help but laugh. "There's no need to waste your strength anymore. This room has a barrier that prevents the use of chakra. Even the Ninja God, the First Huo Ying, would be nothing more than an ordinary person once inside this barrier..."
"What exactly are you trying to do?" One middle-aged woman furrowed her delicate brows, her expression filled with anger.
"Heh heh, what am I trying to do? I'm merely exercising my rights." The Third Mizukage laughed again.
"We already made you the Third Mizukage. What more do you want?" Another man, his temples streaked with gray, was burning with rage, while an old man was even more furious.
"You made me Mizukage? Hahaha, you really love putting gold on your own faces..."
"If the Second Mizukage hadn't died, would this seat ever have fallen to me?" The Third Mizukage lowered his gaze, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
"If not for you, how could the Second Mizukage have been that Hozuki Gengetsu?"
The old man's pupils contracted slightly when he heard this. "That was the First Mizukage's intention... You—"
Before he could finish, the killing intent in the Third Mizukage's eyes deepened. "Don't mention that old man to me again. It was obvious from the beginning that I should have been the Second