As Naoki Kaguya’s voice fell, the previously erupting commotion instantly dissipated.
“Of course.”
Before the other Jonin in the hall could react, the Mizukage on the high platform had already spoken.
“If Naoki Kaguya’s achievements can convince others, then who else but you should be the commander?”
His voice paused for a moment.
“However, Naoki, don’t forget our agreement. Some things must remain confidential.”
The Mizukage’s voice fell as he resumed his seat, looking at Naoki confidently.
Naoki Kaguya Kirigakure will all be destroyed in this war.
How dare these worms almost disrupt my plans.
“Of course, Mizukage-sama.”
“My achievements have nothing to do with what you’ve asked me to keep confidential.”
The Third Mizukage’s expression stiffened.
Thousands of miles away, controlling the Third Mizukage, Madara Uchiha, felt a rare moment of unease.
He gently tapped his stone bench, lost in thought.
All missions were reported to the Mizukage, making it possible for Naoki to defeat more vigorous opponents without being recorded.
So, what is the source of his confidence?
Madara Uchiha’s brow furrowed, unable to fathom Naoki’s plan.
Does Naoki Kaguya have an ace up his sleeve that could suppress everyone?
Is the insect trying to escape the web?
Madara Uchiha’s eyes involuntarily showed a hint of killing intent.
Over the decades, he had deceived and manipulated countless people—Mizukage, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, Nagato, Obito, and even Hashirama.
These individuals were either nearly invincible, highly influential, or exceptionally talented, yet Madara Uchiha played them all.
But now, a mere user of the Shikotsumyaku is showing signs of escaping his control.
Madara’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
This cannot be allowed to happen.
“White Zetsu, summon Obito.”
A white figure responded and merged into the wall.
A cold and menacing young man entered moments later, exuding an intense killing aura.
He looked up at the old and frail Madara without any courtesy.
“What do you want?”
Madara seemed unaware of Obito’s disrespectful tone, maintaining his calm expression.
“Naoki Kaguya, the one with the Shikotsumyaku, is about to become the commander of Kirigakure, and possibly the future Mizukage.”
Hearing Naoki Kaguya’s name, Obito’s sinister face twisted with icy hatred, and his Mangekyō Sharingan spun rapidly, almost as if they would fly out.
“The Mizukage is nothing! Just kill him!”
Obito’s voice was a suppressed roar, and to prove his determination to kill Naoki Kaguya, a strange vortex appeared in the dim cave.
“Kid.”
“Everything is for the Eye of the Moon.”
Obito immediately interrupted.
“No, before creating a world with Rin and Kakashi, I must kill him, absolutely!”
Madara shook his head somewhat helplessly.
“Kid, how can I entrust you with hope if you’re like this?”
He paused, sensing this wasn’t enough to persuade the fanatically obsessive youth and continued.
“The cruelest way to deal with Naoki Kaguya is to control his body with genjutsu.”
“Make him personally destroy his clan, witness his lover’s tragic death, and see his village obliterated.”
“And then let him wake up to face it all. Isn’t that better?”
Madara quietly revealed his true intention.
“Moreover, you will gain the support of one of the Five Great Shinobi Nations, facilitating the Eye of the Moon plan.”
Obito’s Mangekyō spun rapidly, torn between bloodthirsty rage and intense hatred. After a brief thought, he reluctantly agreed.
“Fine.”
With that, he turned, clenching his fists.
To one day kill him, I must work harder!
Obito crossed the stone door and entered the dense forest.
Watching Obito’s relentless training, Madara’s eyes showed a hint of pity and absolute confidence.
Naoki Kaguya, the insect daring to escape the web, keeps performing.
You will understand true despair in six months, a year, or at least two years.
Madara looked up, refocusing on the hall and Naoki’s figure.
At that moment, Naoki Kaguya ignored the scrutinizing gazes and walked straight to the high platform.
He slowly placed his hand on his mask, gently removing it to reveal a pair of pure white eyes.
In an instant, silence fell!
The Yuki clan leader’s rising body froze, then carefully sat down.
The Hozuki clan leader clenched his fist, unable to believe it.
Kisame Hoshigaki’s twisted face showed rare shock.
The Third Mizukage’s puppet-like body also trembled.
Thousands of miles away, Madara Uchiha tightened his grip on the stone bench.
The insect seized the Byakugan.
He quickly sneered, exuding absolute confidence.
Those eyes are destined to be caged birds.
Naoki Kaguya, prepare to feel the might of the Uchiha.
Unaware of the events in the dim cave, many ninjas in the hall were shouting internally.
Byakugan.
The central family’s Byakugan!
They quickly connected it to a recent worldwide sensation.
The Byakugan theft, or more accurately, the forced theft.
In the presence of Konoha’s legendary Sannin, Orochimaru, and numerous elite Jonin, Chunin, and many members of the Hyuga Branch, a mysterious figure used an unknown technique to attack the camp, seizing the Byakugan within five minutes.
Subsequently, this mysterious figure repelled Orochimaru’s frenzied pursuit and vanished with the Byakugan.
This event shocked the entire world.
It involved Konoha’s Sannin, renowned for decades for being compelling.
It involved the Hyuga central family, a thousand-year-old clan, never having suffered such humiliation.
While everyone speculated about the mysterious figure, the Kirigakure ninja was privileged to know the truth first.
It was him!
Naoki Kaguya, this guy, is that strong?
Realizing the entire hall was in shock, disbelief, jealousy, and hunger due to these white eyes, Naoki did not dwell on it and spoke calmly.
“With these eyes, there’s no need for me to say more.”
“If anyone wants to surpass my achievements, they need to have credentials surpassing a Kage.”
The hall remained silent, except for Juzo Biwa, who spoke in a tone that revealed no emotion.
“No need to say more. In this room, no one can match your achievements.”
Naoki nodded slightly and continued.
“If I don’t show the expected strength on the battlefield, then the position of Kirigakure’s commander is up for grabs.”
With that, Naoki ignored the Third Mizukage and gave a stern order.
“The war has begun.”
“Everyone, for your future and your lives, abandon prejudice and start the attack!”
Juzo Biwa stood up first, clapping and showing support.
Unnoticed, his scarred face showed a thoughtful expression.
Naoki Kaguya, Kirigakure’s commander, and future Mizukage.
What will you achieve?
Clap, clap, clap!
Continuous, dense applause erupted.
Facing someone with such overwhelming achievements, they knew they had lost the right to compete.
No matter the thoughts, opposition, or resentment, what could they do?
Naoki Kaguya’s position was unshakable.
With complex emotions, everyone clapped, imagining the future.
Let’s follow Naoki Kaguya and crush Konoha!
If he fails.
Many licked their dry lips, showing a hint of eagerness. They would pull him down and replace him with someone stronger in the war!
The battlefield is the most straightforward place to prove strength!
Naoki clenched his fists on the high platform under the cover of long sleeves.
Commander Mizukage, from today, fate is in my hands.
Next, deal with Rin Nohara.
Then, make my name on the battlefield!
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