Naruto Kirigakure System - Chapter 65
“This must be a joke.”
“What is that?”
“A monster, a monster!”
A giant ice mirror suddenly rose on the previously empty ground, towering enough to block out the sky. The water dragon that tore through the air and toppled houses along its path silently merged into the ice mirror, disappearing without a trace.
The bitter cold emanated from the ice mirror, spreading through the air. This accelerated the fear among the Anbu ninjas, who had never witnessed Naoki’s feats—crossing the sea on an ice bridge or slaying the Great Serpent in the sky. They trembled, unable to resist.
“Continue!”
The Third Mizukage’s eyes suddenly shone with unprecedented determination.
“Continue?”
The Anbu ninjas looked at the ice mirror, swallowing hard. Their hands slowed, filled with confusion.
What technique could break through this ice mirror?
There was no need to think about it!
Because the man in white robes and white eyes had already reached the Third Mizukage.
They had only one choice left.
Draw their swords, draw their swords!
Dozens of Anbu ninjas drew their long swords from their waists, leaping and slashing. The silver blades danced like a cascading galaxy!
Facing this absolute, seamless cooperation, Naoki didn’t resort to his favored Shikotsumyaku.
Crack!
It was the sound of a fist.
Naoki clenched his fist, his muscles and bones resonating with power, shaking the air.
Before the cascading galaxy, he didn’t dodge. He just punched forward.
Clang!
The white-glowing fist collided with the blades, breaking them, moving forward, and smashing throats!
Simultaneously, violent chakra surged with the punch like the phantom of a blue demon.
The white-boned fist, glowing with blue light, clashed with flesh, leaving only shattered pieces of meat and splattered blood, even some splintered brains.
The mixture of these substances soaked the Third Mizukage’s robes before he could release his next jutsu.
“You are just too weak.”
Naoki stood before the Third Mizukage, meeting his eyes.
The surviving Anbu ninjas, without exception, trembled and fled.
Loyalty, future, ambition—all cast aside.
They just wanted to live.
But waiting for them was the thousand ninjas surrounding the Mizukage Tower.
On the high platform, only Naoki and the Third Mizukage remained.
White eyes glowing, Naoki formed seals, looking into those vacant pupils.
“Third Mizukage, it’s time to wake up and see the crimes you’ve committed.”
“Open!”
In the vacant pupils, a rotating red flower bloomed and then slowly dissipated under the pressure of the white eyes, revealing eyes that gradually regained clarity but were tired and old.
“So, it was all a dream?”
Blood-stained hair stuck to his skin, the Third Mizukage opened his eyes again, first looking at Naoki, then gazing at the blue sky.
“The last time I saw this world was over ten years ago. I was young then, the village was strong, and I still had dreams.”
“Face reality, Third Mizukage.”
Naoki said bluntly.
“Even though you didn’t make the policies that ruined this village, being silently controlled for over a decade as the highest leader of the Mist is inexcusable.”
“I understand.”
The Third Mizukage forced his stiff body to move, turning his head as if it didn’t belong to him, slowly taking in the scene, feeling bitter yet relieved.
“Are they here to kill me?”
“No.”
“They just want to kill the Mizukage.”
“A sinner like me doesn’t deserve to live.”
“You should offer everything, including your life, for the Hidden Mist Village out of guilt.”
“I understand.”
The Third Mizukage’s voice wavered as he looked at Naoki’s young figure. He suddenly became resolute, raising his voice to echo through the empty streets.
He hadn’t given such a speech in over ten years, the last time being when he became Mizukage.
“The Fourth Mizukage is yours!”
Hearing the Third Mizukage’s words, Naoki swayed slightly.
After waiting so long, this moment had finally arrived.
My ten years of effort weren’t in vain; the sky has cleared at last.
Naoki turned around, looking at the roaring crowd below.
The noise suddenly stopped.
With slight confusion, Naoki looked in the direction the crowd was gazing.
It was Kisame.
In his hand was a brand new blue and white robe. He walked up to Naoki and knelt.
With eyes full of hope and expectation, he looked at Naoki.
“Fourth Mizukage, wear it.”
Fourth Mizukage.
Naoki murmured softly, looking at the light robe.
It is the hearts of the people, and it is also a responsibility.
Since I am ready to face all this.
“Then, I shall wear it.”
He donned the robe and turned around just as a gentle breeze arose, the sunlight shining brightly.
“Fourth Mizukage.”
The Third Mizukage, standing despondently beside Naoki, looked at the spirited figure with complex eyes as if seeing his younger self.
Back then, I was young and dreaming of revitalizing the village, and unifying the ninja world. How did it come to this?
No.
I am not like him.
The Third Mizukage took two steps back, looking at the sunlight-bathed figure and then at the ninjas below, finally understanding what it meant to be a Kage.
“Naoki.”
Mei looked at the fluttering robe, covering her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.
She would never forget that night ten years ago when young boys and girls looked at the bright moon and vowed to change this village.
Today is the moment dreams come true.
“Lord Naoki!”
Zabuza drew his long sword and slashed it down fiercely.
Fulfill your promise and change this village.
I’ve placed all my dreams and future on you. If you dare disappoint me, even if you are Lord Naoki, I’ll kill you!
“Naoki.”
Holding the Executioner’s Blade, looking at the blue and white robe fluttering on the high platform.
I am just a blade, a killing blade. Use me for your envisioned new era until I break.
“Naoki, Naoki.”
Mangetsu gritted his shark-like teeth, looking at that figure, his gaze wavering.
Yagura clenched the weapon behind him, eyes full of hope.
Give the village a bright future.
“Fourth Mizukage!”
“Fourth Mizukage.”
The uncontrollable emotions burned in everyone’s hearts.
They shouted loudly.
Dispersing the dark clouds above, bringing today’s sunlight.
“Fourth Mizukage?”
Dressed in a green robe, leading a few ninjas, and escorting two Konoha ninjas, Ao couldn’t help but stop and listen. Then, he smiled.
“The Fourth Mizukage has finally come.”
Then, can I join in too?
What is that?
Shisui listened to the roaring, restless voices, feeling his heart tremble.
If I, Shisui, could gain such recognition, I could become Hokage.
Is it that guy?
Hiashi looked at the distant, fervent crowd, gripping his sleeve.
A Kage, just like that, became a Kage.
That child from the Land of Water has grown to this extent?
Back then, I was a genius of the Branch family, Hiashi, and he was just a child. Now, things are so different.
Hiashi smiled bitterly, feeling the caged bird on his forehead turning into twisted anger.
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