Chapter 76: Love and Peace
A heart-wrenching roar startled everyone.
Kitsuchi, who had just been so arrogant, suddenly sprang up from the ground, spread his arms, and fiercely shielded Yahiko and Konan like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
Facing his five thousand fully armed subordinates, his tears poured down like a broken string of pearls.
"What are you all doing?! Those are weapons! Instruments of murder! They are the source of evil that pierces the earth! Throw them away immediately!!"
"Huh?"
The Squad Leader holding the Kunai froze in place, his brain's CPU overloaded on the spot, staring blankly at his boss.
"Look at this land! Listen to the sound of the rain!"
Kitsuchi tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and let the rainwater wash over his rough Face, looking completely blissful.
"Is this the Land of Rain? No! This is the sky weeping! Every blade of grass and every tree here yearns for an embrace, and yet what are we doing? We came here, full of malevolence, to trample this pure sanctuary?"
"This is a sin! A grave sin that cannot be washed away even in Hell!!"
Kitsuchi suddenly knelt in the mud, pounding the ground with his hands, weeping as if his heart were torn out, "I am guilty! Iwagakure is guilty! We should not have come to disturb this peace! I deserve to die!!"
Clang.
The Kunai slipped from the Squad Leader's hand.
Followed by a second long sword, a third Shuriken... all the Iwagakure Ninja had their mouths agape wide enough to fit a lightbulb, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
He's gone mad.
He must be completely insane.
Lord Kitsuchi, who was known as the "Wall of Iwagakure" and was as hard as granite... had broken.
He was actually weeping and confessing, "We shouldn't invade," on enemy territory? This scene was too beautiful to look at.
"What are you all standing around for!!"
"Hurry up and scram! Do you want to contaminate this sacred land with more evil Aura? Retreat! Everyone retreat! Fall back fifty li! Now! Immediately!!"
Now, no one dared to move.
Although their boss seemed insane, he was still the Tsuchikage's son and the current Iwagakure Commander.
His command was a Military Order.
"Re... retreat!"
The Squad Leader gritted his teeth, glanced at Yahiko as if he were a monster, and then waved his hand to give the order.
The five thousand strong army arrived with aggressive Aura but left utterly crestfallen.
Everyone was questioning their life choices.
They hadn't lost based on strength; they had lost due to the collapse of their Worldview.
Yahiko stood rooted to the spot, watching Kitsuchi's massive figure push his subordinates away, all the while muttering nonsense like "Long live peace" and "We must use love to enlighten the world."
"This effect... isn't it a bit too intense?"
Yahiko couldn't help but touch his nose and turned to look at the blue-haired Yujie next to him.
Konan dismissed her Stand, calmly straightened her collar ruffled by the wind, and said without a ripple in her voice, "If we're going to change him, we naturally have to change him completely. I think Ōnoki, that stubborn Old Man, will be very 'touched' by this 'Fatherly Kindness and Filial Piety' scene."
A hint of mockery flashed in Yahiko's eyes: "Indeed, killing him would only enrage Iwagakure. But sending him back as a 'Peace Dove'... for Ōnoki, who values Face more than his life, this must be worse than killing him, right?"
This is true Psychological Warfare.
"The show has just begun. I look forward to seeing the wonderful expression that Old Man, who values Face more than his life, will make when he sees his most prized son reduced to this state."
...Meanwhile.
Iwagakure, Land of Earth.
In the office symbolizing Iwagakure's highest authority, located on the top floor of the towering Tsuchikage Building, the atmosphere was suffocatingly heavy.
Ōnoki, the oldest and grumpiest Tsuchikage currently alive in the Ninja World, was floating in mid-air, his wrinkled old Face as black as the bottom of a pot.
Just moments ago, an Urgent Report arrived from the front line.
Five thousand troops retreated without a fight.
The reason was that Commander Kitsuchi had ordered it: for the sake of world peace, love, and justice.
"Peace? Maintain peace my ass!!"
Ōnoki's beard was trembling with rage as he slammed his palm onto the desk, "What the Hell is that brat playing at?! Did he fall for a Genjutsu? Huh?!"
"Lord Tsuchikage! Lord Kitsuchi has returned!"
"Tell him to get in here! This Old Man is going to break his legs today!" Ōnoki roared.
The door was pushed open.
The familiar tall figure walked in.
Ōnoki had just raised his hand, ready to explode in anger, but his movement suddenly froze mid-air.
Because Kitsuchi, at this moment, was not wearing his Battle Vest symbolizing honor; instead, he was stripped to the waist, carrying a bundle of thorn branches on his back.
Asking for Punishment while Carrying Thorns?
Did this blockhead finally smarten up? Did he realize how embarrassing this was?
The anger in Ōnoki's heart subsided slightly. He thought that at least his foolish son knew he was wrong and his attitude was sincere.
However, the next second.
Thud!
Kitsuchi knelt straight down, not near the door, but crawled on all fours right up to Ōnoki, grabbing hold of Ōnoki's short leg. Snot and tears instantly smeared all over Ōnoki's pants.
"Father! I have achieved enlightenment!!"
Kitsuchi wept hysterically, his voice filled with fervent devotion, as if he had seen the Light of Truth:
"Fighting and killing lead nowhere! That is barbarism! That is uncivilized evil! We in Iwagakure must take the lead in Laying Down the Butcher Knife!"
"Father, I beg you, please don't deploy the troops! We must use love to enlighten the world! Let's disband the army! Use the military funds to benefit the people!!"
...
Inside the office, there was deathly silence.
The surrounding Anbu Ninja all lowered their heads, their shoulders shaking violently as they desperately suppressed their laughter, afraid that if they made a sound, they would be silenced.
Ōnoki looked down at his own son, who was hugging his leg and spouting phrases like "Generating Power with Love." His old Face turned from black to purple, and then from purple to green.
A sense of shame unlike anything he had ever felt, mixed with a rage capable of incinerating his sanity, detonated in his chest like a nuclear bomb.
This was his son?
This was the Iron-Willed Tough Guy known as the "Wall of Iwagakure"?
This bastard was clearly being played for a fool!!
"Creak..."
The exquisite Purple Clay Teacup that had accompanied Ōnoki for decades let out a mournful cry under the strain.
Then.
Bang!
The teacup instantly turned into a cloud of extremely fine powder, slipping through his fingers.
Read 30+ Advanced Chapters at P@ Tre On
FictionTimeo