Kisame looked up at Sarada and asked seriously.
"Then how are you going to handle this? Is there still time to stop?"
Sarada fell silent for a long while. A flicker of resolve crossed her eyes, and her voice was unwavering.
"It's too late, and there's no need to stop."
She looked into the distance, her tone carrying the determination of someone who had decided to risk it all.
"If the Seventh Hokage wants to go mad and follow this road to the bitter end..."
"Then I'll go mad right along with him."
Seeing that Sarada had made up her mind completely, Kisame stood quietly beside her and stopped trying to persuade her.
He had already said everything there was to say, from urging her to stop to warning her of the risks.
He knew Sarada's temperament well. Once she made a decision, nothing could change her mind.
Over the next few days, incident after incident struck the nobles' territories, and bloodshed swept across the land.
Sarada no longer took pains to conceal her tracks. Her methods became ruthless and domineering.
In just a few days, five hereditary noble families were wiped out completely, uprooted to the last member without exception.
After all this, Sarada had truly thrown caution to the wind. She no longer cared about public opinion in the Shinobi World or the hatred of its various factions.
She sent all the gold, silver, treasures, food, and supplies those five noble families had accumulated over generations straight back to the Land of Rain.
Then, without even making a token effort to disguise her actions, she turned around and used that enormous fortune to buy supplies throughout the Shinobi World. Vast quantities of resources poured into the Land of Rain.
Watching this, Kisame grew increasingly anxious and could not