"Mizukage-sama, if we do this, we will be standing against all the Ninja Clans of Kirigakure."
Although Chojuro appeared simple and honest, he was very astute.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to become the Sixth Mizukage, a destiny originally ordained for him, possessing an extremely strong political mind.
He understood very well.
Once Mei Terumi's order was executed, both of them would be hated by all Ninja Clans.
They might even be treated as enemies,
assassinated, poisoned, or secretly harmed, with the severity exceeding the Blood Mist period when the Fourth Mizukage was in power.
Countless Ninja Clans would wish to flay them alive and dismember them, as a warning to all new Kage who wished to establish an Empire.
"Don't you feel it's very strange?"
Mei Terumi asked with a deep gaze, "Whether it's the Arad Continent, or the ruins of the Newbie Village, and the otherworld behind various game abilities."
"It's rare to see powerful transcendents risking their lives for fragile ordinary people who have no abilities whatsoever and are so weak that even a slightly trained Genin can kill them."
The fragile ordinary people referred to the highest rulers of the country, the Daimyo.
This time,
it was the honest man's turn to be puzzled, saying, "Aren't Ninja born for combat and slaughter? The Daimyo and the country provide us with food and funds, and we are responsible for fighting wars for the Daimyo."
This had been the consensus for hundreds or thousands of years; when Ninja first appeared, they were mercenaries recruited by Daimyo to invade other countries' territories.
Few people could think outside the Ninja mindset.
"Exactly, and this is also the consensus of the Ninja World."
Mei Terumi nodded, then changed the subject, saying, "Which means, according to this logic, as long as Ninja exist, the Ninja World is destined not to be peaceful, and we will continue to slaughter each other for generations."
Ninja were born for slaughter, and the continuous emergence of Ninja also meant continuous slaughter.
"This…"
Chojuro was speechless.
Whether commoners or Ninja, nobles or Daimyo, everyone in the Ninja World had thought about peace.
It's just that some people were persistent in pursuing it, like Yahiko and Jiraiya.
Some people had long given up.
"I pondered deeply, constantly poring over those complex and tedious books that offered no help to my strength whatsoever."
Mei Terumi's gaze was calm as she said, "Finally, I came to my own conclusion."
"There is no Ninja World at all, and Ninja should not exist. These are all mistakes."
Her voice was flat.
Chojuro, however, felt his heart skip a beat.
Had Mizukage-sama gone mad from cultivating the Blazing Mage's secret techniques?
However, that hint of curiosity in his heart still made him unable to resist asking, "Are you saying our current Ninja World is a mistake and shouldn't exist?"
"That's right."
Mei Terumi's voice was crisp and clear, reaching his ears distinctly, saying, "I have read most of the national histories within the ruins."
"Those countries all developed step by step through a long process, from tribes to villages, then to clans and nations."
"But in our Ninja World, there is only slaughter."
The Ninja World was like a group of children, who should have experienced a childhood with bumps and bruises but not fatal ones, constantly accumulating enough experience and wisdom,
and then, upon reaching adulthood, beginning to explore the meaning of peace.
Whether it was disputes or conflicts, blood and death were not terrifying; with sufficient wisdom and foundation, there would eventually be a victor to change the status quo.
But now,
these children, while still ignorant, wielded powerful Chakra, skipping the age of accumulating experience, and engaged in slaughter.
Children constantly died,
and victors constantly emerged, but these victors lacked sufficient wisdom and foundation to change everything.
New strong children would still replace the aging victors.
They were just children.
It shouldn't be like this.
Mei Terumi, who had read countless books, believed that the entire Ninja World was a mistake.
Whether it was the Fire Will or the Will of Stone, wisdom like that of children should not be allowed to rule the world.
The Fire Empire founded by Orochimaru used cruel methods,
but it showed Mei Terumi something different, something that would break the Ninja World's pattern.
She didn't want to continue like this,
so, risking being hated by all the Ninja Clans of Kirigakure, she still wanted to create a brand new future for those loyal to her.
"Are you willing to fight alongside me, Chojuro?"
Having spoken all her thoughts,
Mei Terumi removed her Mizukage hat, revealing her beautiful and exquisite face,
and extended her hand, looking solemnly at Chojuro.
Chojuro, who was always shy,
did not blush and his heart race as before, but instead thought seriously for a long time.
Finally, instead of extending his hand, he directly knelt down and said, "You have always been my most respected senior."
"I am willing to pledge my loyalty to you because when the village was in its most perilous state, and everyone stood by, you were willing to risk certain death to reorganize the precarious Kirigakure, allowing most people to survive."
"As long as your ambition remains unchanged, I and Hiramekarei will always be your sharpest blades."
The honest and simple Chojuro, whose appearance had gradually become somewhat rough, gave a resolute answer.
Mei Terumi's eyes showed surprise.
She hadn't expected the usually shy Chojuro to be able to say such words.
He didn't directly object, nor did he swear undying loyalty to her, but instead directly made it clear that he was fighting to protect the civilians and the village?
"This is your will, truly admirable!"
Mei Terumi did not stint on praise.
She had worried about Chojuro's soft nature before, but now her opinion had changed.
Kirigakure's younger generation was also not bad; they had already begun to show their edge.
Moreover,
Mei Terumi thought of Chojuro's address, and her gaze became dangerous.
Even the temperature inside the room suddenly rose.
Chojuro couldn't help but wipe away sweat, feeling nervous inside.
"Calling me 'senior'—do you think I'm old, you scoundrel Chojuro?"
Rumble.
Dense, deep blue lightning, like the ocean, continuously struck the Dragonfolk territory.
The magnificent Dragonfolk Hall had long been reduced to ruins.
"Intruder, accept the lightning's funeral!"
The Dragonfolk leader, Lukas, held aloft the fallen divine artifact, the lightning trident he clutched tightly.
Lightning surged, churning and raging.
The Dead Spirit Curse Snake, Orochimaru's transformation, had been scorched black by the lightning, with residual electricity still coursing over its scales.
Paralyzed.
This caused his movements to become sluggish.
And the array that could enhance necromancy spells had long been destroyed by waves of thunder.
"Indeed, trying to hunt a Tier 2 Lord alone is still too difficult."
Orochimaru gasped for breath.
His snake tail coiled around a bottle of energy recovery potion, swallowing it whole, glass bottle and all, to restore his nearly depleted energy.
The Dead Spirit Curse Snake was his strongest state.
It had been promoted to a Tier 2 skill by the [Skill Tier Scroll].
Whether it was the hardness of its snake body or the necromantic runes covering its scales, it far surpassed the former White Scale Great Serpent.
He had seen the power of the Nine-Tails' rampage.
That kind of world-destroying monster would be whipped away by a single tail lash in front of his snake body.
Yet now he was being beaten so miserably by the Dragonfolk leader.
"…"
Orochimaru's eyes were cold, staring intently at the Dragonfolk leader.
This gaze made even Lukas, who had killed countless Adventurers and invaders, feel a chill in his heart.
"My strange snake body has been ruined, and my necromancy spells are countered by my lightning, but why do I still feel danger?"
Lukas felt a chill rise in his heart.
Then came anger; he was actually scared by a Tier 1 ant, and immediately, lightning struck down.
Crack.
This time, Orochimaru did not dodge. The Dead Spirit Curse Snake took the lightning strike head-on.
Its snake body split open, leaking pitch-black necromantic aura, and even the necromantic spell patterns on its scales began to fade.
"Should I make my move?"
Orochimaru's eyes flickered with a sinister gaze, hesitant.
He still had a trump card.
That was to sacrifice all the undead he had painstakingly cultivated, infusing them into the Dead Spirit Curse Snake, allowing him to instantly gain immense power.
Even Lukas hadn't noticed.
His back, covered in blue dragon scales, was crawling with gray-black, worm-like undead snakes,
ready to twist into undead chains and bind him at any moment!
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