Mei Terumi dragged her exhausted body back to her home. She was truly tired now.
Actually, it was not just now. She could be said to have been exhausted for the past few years, because Kirigakure's situation had been so terrible.
The changes in Kirigakure were unimaginably drastic, and the problems those changes brought were far too numerous.
Kirigakure was now an utter mess, seemingly ever since the Third Mizukage began implementing the blood mist policy and the Fourth Mizukage expanded it.
Kirigakure had strayed farther and farther down a path of no return. Worst of all, it had also suffered unimaginable destruction and upheaval.
Several years ago, that damned mysterious man had come to the village. Not only had he cost Kirigakure over a hundred shinobi,
he had also killed Ao, gravely wounded the Fourth Mizukage, and trampled Kirigakure's dignity into the ground-he had destroyed the Mizukage Building!
Someone like that was truly terrifying, truly someone to fear.
After he left, the Fourth Mizukage seemed to have suffered a tremendous shock as well, and he kept doing things that were difficult to understand.
Or rather, his thinking had never changed. He had simply grown even more extreme!
Kirigakure had always been shrouded in mist, but in the past, they could still see the bright sun.
Now, however, this thick fog seemed to block even the sunlight, preventing it from falling upon the Land of Water.
Much less could it shine upon every Kirigakure ninja or reach into their hearts.
Kirigakure was now cold and numb. Everyone lived in pain, like walking corpses.
Mei Terumi hated all of this too, and she struggled to change it.
But reality cruelly told her that everything she was doing now was futile.
Even her superior and teacher, Elder Genshi, was equally powerless to