Knowing that this physical clone truly had a problem gave Mizuki a headache as well. When something like this had happened more than three years ago, it had been his own issue. This time, however, outside interference was clearly involved.
"Actually, you don't need to dwell on it. For me, things like this happening are practically a tradition, aren't they?"
As soon as the words fell, a golden beam answered, piercing Hope's head. Energy tore through him, sending blood spraying far into the distance.
Hope's words had also been mocking Mizuki's original body.
More than three years ago, Mizuki had captured the traitor who called himself Belial. After erasing his will, Mizuki had implanted an independent consciousness, creating the Hope of today.
An evil traitor born from meaninglessness and worthlessness had been reborn carrying Mizuki's hopes. Unexpectedly, the ending had not turned out much differently.
"Hope is a wonderful thing. But there's a saying you should know too: the ocean embraces all rivers because of its capacity; a towering cliff stands firm because it has no desires. The despair and hatred hatched from the shattering of one's most ardent hopes are the strongest catalyst for evil..."
Even with such grievous injuries, Hope had not died. Under Mizuki's astonished gaze, delicate spiritual tendrils gathered the fragments of his body and pieced them back into human form. Then, in a flippant tone, he spoke to Mizuki.
"An immortal body? How is that possible..."
He was neither an Impure World body imprisoning a soul nor something like Kakuzu's Earth Grudge Fear. That left... could it be?
"You finally remembered."
After restoring his body, Hope threw back his head and laughed.
"In this world, aside from a Ten-Tails Jinchuriki, the most difficult immortal body to deal with is Hidan's. In other words, the power