The cold gleam of the Executioner's Blade reflected off the Daimyo's tear-streaked, fat face. Zabuza took a deep breath. It was not that he was afraid; it was simply that, now that he had hope in his heart, he had reservations about what he did!
But he raised his head and met Naruto's calm, unruffled blue eyes.
There was no madness in those eyes, no brutality. Killing a Daimyo seemed no different from crushing an ant beneath his foot.
Zabuza suddenly laughed.
He had once dared to assassinate the Mizukage. Since when had he become so timid?
"I even dared to kill a Kage. Since the leader says you have to die, then please be on your way!"
He slowly raised the Executioner's Blade and rested it against the Daimyo's greasy neck.
Then, in an exceptionally gentle tone, he said:
"Take a deep breath. Feeling dizzy is normal! Yes, yes... just like that!"
The Daimyo's pupils suddenly contracted as he was about to scream.
Whoosh—
A flash of cold light.
Blood sprayed three feet into the air.
His head spun as it flew away, his face still frozen in a horribly twisted expression of terror.
His fat body crashed to the floor, kicking up dust everywhere.
Zabuza sheathed his blade. Not a single drop of blood stained it.
The entire hall was deathly silent. Every member of the Heaven Organization held their breath.
They looked at the Daimyo's head still rolling across the floor, then at Zabuza standing there with a blank expression. A chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.
Even the Daimyo had been killed. The world truly was about to change.
Naruto clapped his hands. "Very good, Zabuza. Well done."
He walked to the seat of honor and sat down, lightly tapping