Kirigakure Central Avenue.
Water Prison Formation The last barrier shell collapsed from the sky above the village.
It's not broken into pieces. It's extinguished from within.
Of the thirty-six nodes maintaining the formation, twenty-nine have been guarded by different people. Half of the ninjas guarding the nodes are wearing High Tower armbands, and the other half are wearing Special Assassination Squad black armor.
"La la la, Master Shigure, all the nodes have been shut down. Do you have any other instructions?" A White Zetsu half-head emerged from the mud on the street.
Yukimura Shigure raised his head and glanced at the gray sky that was revealed again.
Five years ago, he crawled away from this world.
"Enter the village," he said.
More than 200 people crowded in at the intersections in six directions.
Kirigakure is not without resistance.
At the end of the main street, there were more than 400 ninjas forming a formation. The Water Release squad was in the front, and the Wind Release squad was on the flanks. It was a standard Kirigakure defense textbook.
"Water Release·Great Waterfall Technique!"
More than thirty water jets fell down at the same time.
The first group of people were hit by the water column and hit the wall, and there were sounds of broken bones.
Kirigakure Ninja was about to cheer.
Those "people" who were beaten into a ball of mud dripped down from the wall and gathered into human form again.
One. Two. A dozen.
They picked up the knives on the ground and continued walking forward.
"... what?"
"They can't be beaten to death! They can't be beaten to death!"
"It's not that they can't be beaten to death." An old man at the back of the formation, Jonin, said with a dry throat, "It's that they don't care about death."
Before the second wave of Water Release Hand Seals finished, a ball of bluish-white light exploded behind the queue.
A thick pipe was carried on the shoulder, the mouth of the pipe was still smoking.
"Chakra Cannon, after one test shot, the material is still not up to standard." A base member and Scientific Ninja Tool tester kicked open the scrapped barrel and pulled out another one from behind, "One more, second shot."
Boom.
Kirigakure's formation had a twenty-meter-wide opening in the middle.
"Disperse! Disperse--"
The high-frequency vibrating particle short blade poked out of the fog, cutting through the Water Release shield wall like cutting tofu. The Chakra amplification wristband flashed with blue light, and a Chunin-level enemy unleashed Jonin-level firepower.
Kirigakure Ninja I have never seen this kind of play in my life.
They have practiced Ninjutsu for a lifetime, assassination in the fog, and bloody suppression, all based on the premise that "the opponent is also a human being".
On the opposite side, there are consumables that are not afraid of death, iron lumps that can flatten a street with one shot, and those standing at the back watching the show, a group of "dead souls" who should have died by the Kirigakure knife long ago.
"Kubikiribōchō..."
"That's Samehada!"
"Kaguya Clan's bones..."
"Bloody Mist Village's creditors are all back."
What really made these four hundred people kneel was not the sword.
It's the person who comes out from behind them.
Black armor, white masks, five hundred people.
"All members of Special Assassination Squad are here." Hozuki Anyue stood at the front of the queue and took off his mask, "On the order of Master Kirisame Ryo, we will eliminate the rebellion."
The old Jonin hand shook and Kunai fell to the ground.
"Anyue... Are you crazy? We are Kirigakure's people!"
"Fourth Mizukage Karatachi Yagura, was controlled by outsiders with secret techniques many years ago." Hozuki Anyue's voice was not high, but it covered the whole street, "Blood Mist Policy, it was the order of the man behind the scenes. Those children you killed were also the ones he wanted to kill."
"We have all become the executioners of the mastermind."
He turned the long knife sideways, with the blade downward.
"Master Yagura regained his consciousness before he died. His last words were--Kirigakure, please."
"I don't care if you believe it or not. If you put down your arms, I guarantee that you will live to hear the truth."
There was silence for three seconds.
The first knife fell to the ground.
Then the second, the tenth, the hundred.
More than 400 people knelt 360 times. The remaining 20 or so who wanted to run were chased into the alley by Hidan, and their screams stopped before they even hit the ground.
"Hey, that's it?" Hidan came out with a sickle on his shoulder, a look of dissatisfaction on his face, "I have only collected seven sacrifices, what are you trying to grab!"
"Efficiency." Kimimaro walked past him.
"You know nothing! This is called ritual--"
"If you make any more noise, I will melt your sickle." Mei Terumi patted the ashes on her hands and walked over from across the street, her long chestnut hair still hung with debris from condensed lava. She raised her head and glanced in the direction of Mizukage Building, her throat twitching.
Chōjūrō whispered from the side, "Miss, we won."
"... Hmm."
Mei Terumi Take a deep breath and push back the thing in your eyes.
"Don't cry, miss. The instructor said - crying after winning is more embarrassing than crying after losing."
"When did the instructor say that?"
"It was many years ago, but I always remember it." Chōjūrō scratched his head.
Mizukage Building, the highest conference room.
The six elders were pinned on chairs in front of the round table. Two rows of black armor stood at the door.
Senju Chen was the last one to walk in. He didn't have a weapon in his hand, only a scroll.
"Kirisame Ryo!" The great elder slapped the table, and another layer of sawdust fell from the table, "Do you think you won? You killed Mizukage, incited Anbu to rebel, and massacred your colleagues - you are the biggest sinner since Kirigakure founded the village."
"Great Elder." Senju Chen put the scroll tube on the table, his voice was as flat as reporting the weather, "Sit down and say, don't stand up. At your age, your blood pressure is high."
He opened the lid and poured out the first thing.
A black iron seal. On the seal is engraved an ancient Chinese character "".
The air in the conference room suddenly changed.
The second elder suddenly leaned forward. "Genji's private seal... you are indeed Genji's Legacy Faction. It's a pity that we didn't find you out back then, but you have become a climate in these years!"
"This is what Mr. Genji gave me before he died." Senju Chen pushed the seal to the center of the table, "Along with his last words."
He raised his eyes and looked at the great elder.
"He said - 'Mizukage is no longer Mizukage, the village has fallen into the hands of outsiders. He asked me to live and wait for a chance to make a comeback and take the village back for everyone.'"
"Nonsense!" the great elder hissed, "Genji was forced to death by Yagura! If he really knew that Mizukage was being controlled, why didn't he expose it back then?!"
"Because the people who exposed it have already died." Senju Chen poured out the second thing.
A stack of scrolls. The cover is stamped with the triple seal of Kirigakure's top secret, and the paint from Mizukage Building's archives is stamped on the corners.
"Blood Mist Policy's execution file. Original."
He spread them out one by one, covering half of the table.
"Instructor Tsukiki, Inoue Ryoma, Hozuki Getsuga... these are the execution hands." He moved his fingertips upward, "But the seal of the order is here."
"Great Elder, the first name on the order to kill Yuki Clan is you."
"Second Elder, Kaguya Clan's share is yours."
"Third Elder, the one you signed is the most interesting - 'Any suspected blood successor does not need to be reported, it will be dealt with on the spot, and the family members will sit together'. This is a supplementary clause you added yourself. I asked the three handwriting judges to check the handwriting."
The elder's hand grabbed the edge of the table twice.
"That... that is Lord Mizukage's order! We are just executing it!"