Before it had time to rejoice, Mahoraga's second punch had already come from the side. This time it didn't dodge, and the fist hit its side, which was twice as painful as before.
The third punch came from the top of the head, and the pain was four times greater. The rotation of the Falun was getting faster and faster, and the black halo above it was getting thicker and thicker.
The fourth punch, the fifth punch, the sixth punch.
Mahoraga's six arms attack simultaneously from six different directions, and each punch can tear off a large piece of black origin from Black Zetsu's body.
Black Zetsu couldn't even scream. It could only try its best to maintain its shape. After being hit once, it gathered together once, and after being hit twice, it gathered together again. After receiving six punches in a row, its body had gathered slower and smaller.
It has lived for thousands of years, and for the first time it has experienced what it means to wait for death.
Shaoyu's consciousness withdrew from Kamui Dimension and did not continue to read.
No need to read, the result is no longer in suspense.
Uchiha Madara, this trouble has been solved. Now the only Shinobi World that can threaten him is Ōtsutsuki Isshiki hidden in the dark. He should be running around disguised as a wandering monk.
It's time to start your own plan.
When Yagura led the troops back to Kirigakure, it had just rained.
The fog on the sea has been diluted by the rain, revealing the wet stone slabs on the pier and the rusty iron rings on the mooring posts.
Two thousand Kirigakure Ninja were winding down the mountain road in a loose queue, and no one said a word.
Being forcibly recalled after winning a battle would not look good on any army in any village.
Yagura walked at the front of the team.
He is not tall, even short among adult ninjas, but no one in the team will look down upon him because of his height.
Hanging on his waist was a straight knife without a blade, and the dark green cloth wrapped around the handle had been faded by sweat and sea water.
Karatachi Yagura, Third Mizukage Kutsuki Baidiao's only direct disciple, Kirigakure's supreme commander of the frontline troops.
These titles are still hanging on him, but he knows very well that whether these titles will still count after returning to this village depends on Mizunotsuki Shigure's mood.
There are five flags flying side by side on the roof of Mizukage Building.
Yuki Clan is ice blue, Terumi Clan is dark red, Kaguya Clan is off-white, Hozuki Clan is light blue, and in the center is the emblem of Kirigakure.
Kutsuki Baidiao's royal robe emblem has disappeared.
Yagura stopped for a step at the pier and looked up at the five flags.
He remembered that the last time he saw the roof of this building, there was only one flag hanging on it, which was his teacher's Mizukage coat of arms.
At that time, he was fighting on the front line, and the teacher was in charge in the village. Every three days, battle reports would be sent from the rear, with the seal of Mizukage stamped at the end.
The current battle report is stamped with the seal of Mizunotsuki Shigure, Fourth Mizukage, Council of Elders unanimously approved, and Genji personally stamped the official seal.
Passed unanimously? Genji stamped it?
Yagura lowered his eyes and continued walking forward. There was no expression on the face of the boy who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.
Thousands of ninjas who followed him were placed in a temporary camp outside the village.
The people of the four tribes had already prepared their tents. They were not the coarse cloth tents found on the front line, but standard garrison tents with moisture-proof mats and drainage ditches. The kitchens were also stocked with hot soup and fresh fish.
Yagura took a look at the camp layout and sneered in his heart.
The placement is quite thoughtful.
He placed his people on the outskirts of the village, across Gojo Street and three checkpoints from Mizukage Building, nominally to allow them to rest, but in reality it was isolation.
The arrangement of this hand was neat and tidy, and he couldn't find any thorns in it.
Yagura walked through the main street and noticed that the village had changed more than he thought.
The patrol team has been replaced by members of the four ethnic groups, and the stores on the street are still open as usual. However, the shopkeepers occasionally look up to see the patrol team passing by. The nervous and trembling fear in their eyes is no longer there, replaced by a cautious look.
He wasn't sure if the new person in charge would be worse, but at least the old one was gone. He had seen this look many times.
Every time Kirigakure exchanges blood, civilians are the last to know the truth and the first to vote with their feet.
The guard at the door of Mizukage Building is from the Yuki Clan.
Yagura walked to the door. The two guards bowed their heads and saluted at the same time. One turned around and went in to report. Their attitude was so respectful that Yagura couldn't fault it.
He made a mental note to Mizunotsuki Shigure.
This person's ability to control his subordinates was more detailed than he expected.
When he walked into the meeting hall, Fourth Mizukage Mizunotsuki Shigure was sitting at the main seat approving documents, with long white hair tied behind his head, and a newly cut Mizukage robe that looked like it had been worn for ten years.
Terumi Iroha is sitting on the right side. The bandage on his left shoulder has been removed, revealing a new dark red scar.
Kaguya Momotaro was leaning against the window, with his white hair scattered on his shoulders, looking like he was about to fall asleep during the meeting.
Hozuki Suichu is sitting on the left, with a port schedule spread out in front of him.
Suikazan Fuguki is also there, sitting at the end of the table, with long orange hair hanging on both sides, and the sword Samehada is standing next to the chair.
Yagura scanned around and had an idea.
All the heads of the four clans were present, and the leader of Seven Ninja Swordsmen was also present. A Hongmen banquet was set for him.
He stood still in the center of the meeting hall, bowing his head slightly, showing no fault with his etiquette.
"Master Fourth Mizukage. Karatachi Yagura, I have been ordered to return to the village to report on my duties."
Mizunotsuki Shigure put down the pen and looked up at him.
Ice blue eyes met Yagura's dark brown pupils, and neither one looked away first.
"Yagura, thank you for your hard work."
Mizunotsuki Shigure said, his voice was so flat that no emotion could be heard.
"I know the situation on the front line very well. Mitokado Homura and Uchiha Fugaku have been suppressed by you for so long, and Konoha's defense line retreated thirty miles."
"With your commanding ability, keep fighting, and you will be able to break into Land of Fire's hinterland in one month. Kirigakure will remember this feat."
Yagura said nothing, waiting for the next but.
"But Third Mizukage was assassinated, and the village needs stability. I called you back because I need to confirm something in person."
Mizunotsuki Shigure folded his hands on the table.
"You are the frontline commander of my Kirigakure, and the only disciple of Kutsuki Baidiao. Do you recognize the position I am sitting in now?"
The meeting hall was quiet for a long time. Yagura raised his head, with no hesitation in his dark brown pupils.
"Yagura is the ninja of Kirigakure. Kirigakure needs stability, and someone needs to take the position of Mizukage. Since the fourth generation is Council of Elders, it was unanimously approved, and Mr. Genji personally stamped it, I accept it."
The tone was particularly sincere, so sincere that even Terumi Iroha nodded. Mizunotsuki Shigure looked at him, with no waves in his ice-blue eyes, and just nodded slightly.
"That's best."