Just then, the office door was pushed open.
The Fourth Mizukage, Yagura, walked in. He still wore that unruffled expression, as though the bloodshed and turmoil outside had nothing to do with him.
The moment Genji saw him, the rage he had been suppressing finally found an outlet. "Yagura! What exactly are you doing? That bunch of rebels is about to turn the village upside down, yet you, the Mizukage, are doing nothing!"
A strange smile slowly curled across Yagura's face, controlled by Obito. His eyes were hollow, devoid of even the slightest warmth of the living.
"It isn't difficult." He spoke calmly, his voice seeming to rise from a deep well, carrying a chill. "Don't these people want to save Kirigakure from disaster? To lure the rats out, you have to make the fire burn even hotter."
That afternoon, a bloody decree spread through every corner of the Land of Water in the name of the Fourth Mizukage, like a plague.
The decree was simple and cruel: all residents of villages and towns were to be divided into groups of fifty households. Every day, each group had to submit one piece of valid intelligence on the "Zabuza Revolutionary Army," specifying the time, location, and numbers. If they failed to provide it, or if the information they provided was proven false, one person from that group would be executed at random.
Day after day, until intelligence was submitted.
When Genji received a copy of the decree, even he, accustomed to the Blood Mist Policy, was shocked by its madness and malice. He stormed into the Mizukage's office and slammed the scroll onto the desk.
"Have you lost your mind, Yagura?! You're turning the entire Land of Water into a living hell! Do you want to leave me a commander