Not half a day later, in Kirigakure.
Returning on orders to report the battle situation, Zabuza Momochi looked at the mist rising from his hometown and couldn’t help but slow his steps.
How should I spread Naoki-sama’s fame to make those fools in the village fully loyal?
Such a hassle!
With a swing of his sword at a nearby stone, the clash of metal on rock echoed as Zabuza sighed softly.
Even I, the great Zabuza, can’t think of a solution.
If only killing someone could spread the word…
Shaking his head helplessly, he took a few steps forward and saw the sun rising in the distance, looking puzzled.
Why is there so much mist on a sunny day?
Lost in thought, Zabuza quickly gave up pondering and began running, eager to deliver his report to the village.
I’ll think about those bothersome things later.
As he was thinking this, he stopped after a few steps, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open in disbelief.
He carefully examined everything before him.
That’s not a mistake.
That’s the vapor from people’s breath.
Through the thin white glow, he looked beyond and swallowed hard in disbelief.
He saw dense masses of moving heads in front of or atop the wall surrounding the village.
What is going on?
Various thoughts, guesses, and suspicions filled his mind, causing him to breathe heavily and freeze in place.
But as Zabuza’s gaze fell upon the scene, the eyes of those within the village followed the sunlight and landed on him.
So, while Zabuza still couldn’t move his legs, he witnessed an unbelievable sight.
All he could think was that the mountain moved.
The mountain moved.
The dense crowd, the noisy clamor, the slowly writhing human tide.
Seeing this, Zabuza felt parched, and his hands trembled slightly.
He seemed to understand everything.
No.
He had experienced everything firsthand.
Since the Third Mizukage took power, this village had been nothing but bloodshed, oppression, and suffocation, with no vitality or spirit.
However, this near-heart-piercing war with Konoha had shown these people a rare light amidst the darkness and betrayal.
They were here for that light.
What nonsense about spreading fame!
Zabuza’s veins bulged as he raised the scroll like a mountain.
This is what spreading fame means!
This is prestige!
Suppressing all his thoughts, Zabuza dashed forward.
Holding the scroll representing Kirigakure’s first breath of life in years, he ran ahead.
Closer and closer.
Seeing those excited faces, different from the usual lifeless expressions, Zabuza choked up.
Tears flowed.
He couldn’t control them.
Drip, drip, they fell to the ground.
It seemed he saw a glimmer of hope for change in this village.
Running and looking, he shouted in his heart.
Naoki-sama!
Naoki-sama!
We must win.
We must win!
The village needs this victory!
Truly.
. . . . .
Meanwhile, in the long-silent battlefield between Konoha and Kumogakure, wild and loud shouts echoed from the Kumogakure camp.
“Killer Bee!”
“Killer Bee!”
“Get over here.”
The Fourth Raikage’s voice resounded throughout the Kumogakure camp, causing many ninjas to look at each other.
A strange voice responded.
“Yay, yay.”
“Brother’s calling, I’m on my way.”
“Yay, yay.”
Making hand signs, Killer Bee pushed open the door to find A standing by a table, his face flushed with excitement. Even noticing Killer Bee’s strange hand signs, A continued smiling.
Killer Bee’s playful demeanor turned serious.
He knew something big was about to happen.
“Brother, what’s going on?”
A raised the scroll in his hand and laughed heartily.
“Killer Bee, look at this.”
“Didn’t expect the chance to fulfill Father’s will to come so soon!”
Killer Bee took two steps forward, accepting the scroll from the Raikage and reading it carefully.
What is this? Is it just a Kirigakure kid’s resume?
Naoki.
Killer Bee immediately recognized the name from previous intelligence reports.
Kirigakure’s commander, Naoki, was indeed not to be underestimated.
He continued reading.
Naoki, from the Kaguya clan, possesses the Shikotsumyaku and Ice Release and can use Ice Release to fly.
These details were familiar to Killer Bee, but reading them made him marvel silently.
Unrivaled in close combat with Shikotsumyaku and able to control the battlefield through flight, he was a formidable Kage-level opponent.
Continuing down, Killer Bee adjusted his glasses to read clearly.
Three days, Sunagakure, Pakura?
This brat!
Seeing that Killer Bee had reached the end, A couldn’t hide his laughter.
“I thought Naoki was just a thorn holding back Konoha, but his strength is formidable.”
“In my view, Orochimaru might not lose to this brat, but he definitely can’t stop Kirigakure’s advance!”
“So, Brother.”
Killer Bee’s heart tightened as he vaguely understood what A intended to do and asked anxiously.
“What should we do?”
“Of course.”
A’s voice turned cold, and he raised his fist, slamming it onto the table.
“We only need to hold off that Namikaze Minato.”
“Let Naoki advance, advance!”
A’s veins bulged with excitement.
“Those Kirigakure scum only have a few thousand troops; they can’t last long. Once they wear down Konoha, we can march south and take over all of Konoha!”
. . . . .
“Tsuchikage-sama.”
In the Tsuchikage’s office, an ANBU knelt respectfully before a tiny, white-haired ninja.
If not for his Tsuchikage robes, no one would believe he was the village’s Kage.
“Give the order.”
Onoki’s voice was steady yet firm.
“All units capable of maintaining combat formation, advance and engage Konoha’s remaining defense forces!”
The ANBU hesitated slightly but kept his head low, responding affirmatively.
After receiving the order, he retreated, leaving Onoki alone in the office.
Onoki looked at the densely packed troop formations on the map, a smile forming on his face.
Kirigakure brats, keep attacking, keep fighting desperately.
The more you wear down Konoha’s forces, the safer we will be!
. . . . .
“Kazekage-sama, the sealing array is complete.”
“Good.”
Rasa nodded lightly, picking up a special kunai marked with seals.
Minato’s Flying Raijin kunai.
He looked at it intently.
If not for this kunai, he wouldn’t have decided to break the agreement and join the war again.
Namikaze Minato, the Yellow Flash, is the most terrifying figure in this war.
Killing Naoki would be more than sufficient.
Moreover.
Rasa looked at the complex sealing patterns before him, a smile of satisfaction forming.
Naoki, you arrogant brat from Kirigakure who dared to threaten me.
Mizukage’s position might be someone else, after all.
Because you’re going to die!
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