A Village Built on Jokes

Mu was no ignorant country ninja.

He had exchanged blows with Shisui for less than ten seconds.

Yet he had already guessed the identity of the man who had taken on all of Hozuki Castle—

An Uchiha!

An Uchiha who had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan.

Those eyes were once considered the hallmark of Madara Uchiha, a man spoken of in the same breath as Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi. Nearly everyone in the Shinobi World knew it!

And yet...

This Uchiha bowed to someone else!

Mu could not imagine how powerful that person must be.

"Honored leader!" Mu trembled as he spoke. "I ask for nothing. I can devote everything to you. It's just..."

"I have one humble request!"

Shinji regarded this tragic father calmly. In his obsession, Mui had indirectly delivered his own son to a "Ghost"...

"Speak."

Mu raised his face, his eyes full of grief. "I ask you to save my son."

"Oh?"

Shinji's voice remained even. "Where is your son? Why does he need saving?"

"..."

Mu froze for a long moment, then turned toward Shisui.

Shisui glanced at him but said nothing.

Instead, he turned away.

Clearly, Shisui would not speak for him. Before Shinji arrived, Shisui had already learned the whole story behind the Box of Ultimate Bliss and Muku.

A ridiculous "Six Paths Tool."

An even more ridiculous dream of "reviving the village."

Add the absurd infighting between Grass Flower and Grass Fruit, two groups of weaklings squabbling with each other.

In the end...

One ridiculous village. Two ridiculous organizations.

A castle lord consumed by obsession, and a band of masked men no one would mourn.

Together, they had produced a ridiculous tragedy.

Grass Fruit had used rumors to lure the village's ninja into challenging the Box of Ultimate Bliss. In truth,