"At the cost of your heart, you will gain power dozens of times greater than Five Kage... and then you will die."
Third Raikage read this passage out.
He raised his head and looked at Shaoyu.
"Is this technique real?"
"Might Duy." Shaoyu only said three words.
Third Raikage's pupils shrank slightly.
In the past few days, the news of Seven Ninja Swordsmen's demise has spread throughout Shinobi World. Although he retired, the intelligence channels have not been cut off.
Might Duy, Konoha Genin, one person defeated Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist and killed four people on the spot.
This incident caused quite a shock in the intelligence systems of the major ninja villages. It was only because the smoke of Third Shinobi World War was so great that it was not widely discussed.
It turned out to be this technique.
Third Raikage lowered his head again and read the scroll from beginning to end.
This time he looked faster but more carefully, as if he was silently deducing the load on his body after each door was opened.
He has practiced Taijutsu all his life, and no one knows what this forbidden technique means better than him.
"Good stuff."
He rolled up the scroll and his voice returned to calmness.
"But it's ruthless enough. To open Gate of Death is to trade your life. If you trade it for more, it won't be a loss, but the person who uses it will definitely not survive."
He paused, suddenly thought of something, and narrowed his eyes at Shaoyu.
"Where did this thing come from?"
Shaoyu picked up the bottle and took a sip, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
"Of course Konoha is over there."
Third Raikage was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth turned up.
A burst of laughter echoed on the lake.
First it was Shaoyu's, then Third Raikage's. The laughter of the two people, one big and one small, mixed together and bounced back and forth between the cliffs, causing the silver-scaled fish on the water to flee in all directions.
Third Raikage After laughing enough, he wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and put the scroll into his arms.
"So you just said you found something for me to do, and this is it?"
"Yes." Shaoyu took out a piece of tofu from the pot with chopsticks, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.
"Select the two hundred Taijutsus from the village who have the best foundation and the strongest will, and you will lead them personally. You don't have to practice them all until the last few doors. Being able to drive to the fourth Five Gates is enough to change the local situation on the battlefield. As for the candidates for Seventh Gate and Eighth Gate... you have more experience than me, you decide."
Third Raikage did not agree immediately.
He picked up the freshly cooked silver-scaled fish from the pot, chewed it up with the bones and swallowed it, then picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"Two hundred is too many."
he said.
"Taijutsu This thing is not just good for more people. You have also seen this technique. It requires the practitioner's will more than the body. Opening the door to release the restrictions sounds simple, but in fact it is like giving an ordinary person a sudden reaction speed of Chunin. If the spirit can't stand it, it will be disabled on the spot."
"Among the two hundred people, if you can finally reach the fourth level, it would be good if there are only fifty left."
Shaoyu nodded without refuting. Taijutsu Third Raikage is the authority in this regard. He is at best a body strengthened by foreign objects, which is different from Third Raikage. Since he said it, it is right.
"You choose the people and decide the quantity."
"Okay." Third Raikage held out two fingers and said, "Forty. I will choose the forty best first and practice for a year to see the effect. If it works, expand it. If it doesn't, cut it off. Don't waste resources."
"Okay."
Shaoyu answered very simply. He knows Third Raikage's work style very well - don't be greedy for more, don't rush forward, and take every step firmly before moving forward.
The reason why Kumogakure has always been among the top forces in the three Shinobi World battles is due to this pragmatic style.
Third Raikage stuffed the scroll into the arms of the yukata and patted it as if it were a treasure.
Then he picked up the fishing rod again, hung a small ball of bait on the hook, and threw it into the lake.
"It seems that your plan is going on. Do you think it will succeed?"
"It will win."
"As you often say, after you succeed, there will be great scholars who will debate the scriptures for you."
"No, no, no, it's the great Confucian who defends the scriptures for me."
"Jiejiejiejiejiejie..."
Kirigakure.
Suikazan Fuguki was kneeling on the floor of Mizukage's Office, his forehead pressed against the cold stone surface, not daring to raise his head.
His body was huge, even when he was kneeling, he looked like a mountain of flesh. His long orange hair was scattered on both sides of his shoulders, covering the cold sweat that was constantly seeping out on his face.
Kubikiribōchō's knife handle was exposed from behind Biwa Jūzō's shoulder, Raiga Kurosuki's Kiba was leaning against the wall, and both knives still had blood stains on them that had not been wiped clean.
They are not the enemy's, but belong to Kushimaru Kuriarare, Munashi Jinpachi, Jinin Akebino and Hozuki Qianren.
The shock wave blew up the corpses of his companions and scattered them. The blood seeped into the seams of his clothes and could not be washed away.
Biwa Jūzō stood half a step behind Suikazan Fuguki, half of his face was wrapped in a bandage, and the exposed eye was staring at the ground with an expressionless face.
Raiga Kurosuki stood against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. Kiba stood beside his hands, and occasionally a faint blue arc flashed on the blade.
Third Mizukage Kutsuki Baidiao is sitting behind the desk.
His white hair was neatly combed back, revealing an angular face with sunken eye sockets, high cheekbones and tight lips.
There was a battle report spread out on the desk. The ink had long dried. It read the news that Seven Ninja Swordsmen encountered Konoha Genin and four people died in the battle.
He pressed his fingers on the battle report, and his knuckles turned white.
The silence in the office lasted for a long time.
"Suikazan Fuguki."
Kutsuki Baidiao's voice is not loud, but every word seems to be squeezed out from between the teeth.
Suikazan Fuguki's shoulders shook.
"You raise your head."
Suikazan Fuguki slowly raised his head and met Third Mizukage's eyes.
Those eyes were filled with rage that almost overflowed.
Kutsuki Baidiao walked out from behind the desk with a leisurely pace.
He walked up to Suikazan Fuguki and looked down at the fat face that was distorted by fear.
"Seven Ninja Swordsmen, Kirigakure's strongest swordsmanship group, Third Mizukage's signature brand created with all their heart and soul."
Kutsuki Baidiao said.
"Seven people, seven swords. Go kill Konoha's brat. I'm not asking you to fight Five Kage. Three brats, not even a jounin."
He bent down and got close to Suikazan Fuguki's face.
"What's the result?"
Suikazan Fuguki's lips trembled and he didn't dare to make a sound.
"What's the result!" Kutsuki Baidiao suddenly raised the volume, and the sound exploded between the walls of the office.
"Four men died in battle!"
"Where's the knife?"
Suikazan Fuguki's pupils shrank suddenly.
Kutsuki Baidiao straightened up, glanced at Biwa Jūzō and Raiga Kurosuki, and then returned to Suikazan Fuguki.
Instead, his voice became calmer, so calm that it sent chills down one's spine.