Over a stretch of sea fifty kilometers outside Kirigakure.
Yechen stood calmly high in the air, looking down at the Kirigakure shinobi below.
Over a hundred shinobi had gathered here, and even the weakest among them was a Chunin.
The Fourth Mizukage, Karatachi Yagura, the future Fifth Mizukage, Mei Terumi, the Anbu Elite Jonin, Kisame Hoshigaki, the two remaining veteran members of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, and more than a dozen Jonin were confronting Yechen.
The battle had lasted an hour. Even with everyone fighting alongside him, Karatachi Yagura had gained no advantage against Yechen. Instead, they had fallen behind.
"Uchiha Ye Chen, are you trying to spark another war between our villages?"
Faced with Yechen's strength, Karatachi Yagura finally swallowed his pride and spoke to him as an equal.
Yechen raised a finger and wagged it.
"No, I only came here to have a proper chat with you."
"A chat..." Karatachi Yagura snapped furiously.
"Is this how you have a chat?"
On his way here, Yechen had wiped out several outposts. Though the casualties had been limited, the humiliation was more than Kirigakure could bear.
And now he claimed he had only come to chat. Who came for a chat like this?
"Karatachi Yagura, I won't waste my breath. Are you signing the Peace Treaty or not?"
"You..." Karatachi Yagura was about to threaten him when his pupils contracted. Yechen really wasn't going to waste his breath on them.
A purplish-black Lightning Ball had already formed in his hand, surrounded by violent golden lightning. Deafening cracks rang out from it as writhing arcs of electricity filled the surrounding space.
This was the Thunder Prison Rasengan.
"I hear you're the Three-Tails Jinchūriki." There was a hint of mockery in Yechen's voice. Clearly, the Three-Tails had caught his