"Then I'm an otherworldly demon, huh! Hahaha, not bad, not bad! Looks like our battle has only just begun!"
Kisame Hoshigaki laughed heartily, genuinely delighted. Mingye could tell that Kisame's laughter this time was real—laughing at the world, at himself, and at everyone in it. Meaningless battles, hypocritical lives—this was the world Kisame despised, yet one in which he had no choice but to play his part.
"Hey! If it's all right with you, I'm going to go carve people up now. It's been a long time since I've had this much fun! I need to get moving, or I won't be able to turn this joy into a good memory!"
Having abandoned the plan to take Haku away, Mingye turned and walked into the forest. The village behind him no longer held any value, and whatever Kisame intended to do had nothing to do with him anymore. He had more or less accomplished what he came to do. Let the blood mist of the Land of Water drift with the wind and become a true blood mist.
"Be my guest!"
"Ah...!"
"No! Don't!"
"Devil! You're a devil!"
"..."
With a wicked grin, Samehada danced in his hand with the wind. Every downward chop and upward slash sent up a crimson rainbow. Kisame watched the villagers die one after another before him, while his other hand began undoing the seal on the blood beads. Storing blood was the first step of refinement, and he truly enjoyed this feeling of killing.
"I'm terribly sorry! If the world peace he spoke of really exists, then when that day comes, I'll have to honestly obey the law and stop killing. If I don't satisfy this craving and vent properly now, who knows whether I'll still be able to do things like this in