In Naruto, build the strongest Hidden Mist Village.

Chapter 65 The Fourth Generation, Kaguya Naoki!

"You're kidding."

"what is that."

"Monster, monster!"

A massive ice mirror, large enough to blot out the sky, suddenly rose from the previously empty ground. The water dragon, which they had placed their hopes on and which had torn through the air and overturned houses along the way, silently merged into this ice mirror, leaving no trace of it.

A chilling aura emanated from the ice mirror, spreading along the air.

The acceleration sent chills down the spines of the ANBU ninjas who had never witnessed Kaguya Naoki's crossing of the ice bridge across the sea or his miraculous slaying of Orochi in the sky; they trembled and dared not resist.

"continue!"

An unprecedented determination suddenly shone in the eyes of the third generation.

"continue?"

The ANBU ninjas stared at the ice mirror, swallowing hard. Their waving hands suddenly slowed down, and they seemed lost.

What technique could possibly break through this ice mirror?

No need to think about it!
Because the man in white robes and with white eyes had already arrived in front of the Third Hokage.

They only had one option left.

Draw your sword! Draw your sword!

Dozens of ANBU ninjas drew their long swords from their waists, leaped, and slashed down. The silver swords flashed like a long waterfall of silver!
Faced with this absolutely seamless cooperation, Kaguya Naoki did not use his signature Shikotsumyaku technique.

Crack!

That's the sound of a fist.

Naoki Kaguya clenched his fist, his bones throbbing, and his powerful force shook the air.

Before that Milky Way waterfall, he neither dodged nor avoided, but simply clenched his fist and punched out.

Sonorous!

The white fist clashed with the weapon, broke, advanced, and smashed the throat!
At the same time, a surge of violent chakra erupted from the fist, resembling the phantom of a blue demon god waving.

The white-boned fist, the blue-glowing fist, intersected with the flesh and blood body, naturally leaving only broken pieces of flesh and splattered blood, and even shattered brain matter.

The mixture of these substances splashed onto the Third Hokage's robes before he could unleash his next ninjutsu.

"You're really too weak."

Naoki Kaguya stood in front of the Third Hokage and met his eyes.

Those ANBU ninjas who were lucky enough to survive this attack all fled in trembling fear.

Loyalty, future, prospects—all were cast aside.

They just need to live.

But what awaited them was a thousand ninjas surrounding the entire Mizukage Building.

On the high platform, only Kaguya Naoki and the Third Generation remained.

His white eyes flickered, his hands formed a hand seal, and he looked into those lifeless pupils.

"Third Generation, it's time to wake up and see the crimes you've committed."

"open!"

A swirling crimson flower appeared in his lifeless pupils, then slowly dissipated under the pressure of his white eyes, revealing a pair of eyes that gradually regained their spirit but were tired, aged, and powerless.

"So, it was all a dream?"

Blood-stained long hair clung to his skin. The Third Hokage opened his eyes once more, first looking at Kaguya Naoki, then gazing up at the azure sky.

"The last time I saw this world was more than a decade ago. I was young then, the village was powerful then, and I still had dreams."

"Face reality, Third Generation."

Naoki Kaguya said without any politeness.

"Even though the policy of turning the village into this state was not issued by you, as the highest leader of Kirigakure, it is simply unacceptable that you have been silently manipulated by others for more than ten years."

"I see."

The third generation barely managed to move his somewhat stiff body, turning his head, which seemed not to belong to his body, as he slowly looked at everything before him, with a mixture of bitterness and relief.

"Are these all here to kill me?"

"Do not."

"They only want to kill the Mizukage."

"A sinner like me doesn't deserve to live."

"You should feel guilty and give everything for Kirigakure, including your life."

"I understand."

The Third Hokage's voice wavered as he looked at the young figure of Kaguya Naoki. Suddenly, his voice became firm, and he slowly raised it, making it resonate throughout the empty street.

He hadn't given a speech like this in over a decade; the last time was the day he became the Mizukage.

"The Fourth Hokage is yours!"

Hearing what the Third Hokage said, Kaguya Naoki swayed slightly.

After a long wait, this moment has finally arrived.

My ten years of hard work have finally paid off; the clouds have parted and the sun has risen again. Naoki Kaguya turned around and looked at the crowd below the stage, which was now rising in a roar.

The sound suddenly stopped.

With a slight hint of doubt, Kaguya Naoki looked in the direction the people below the stage were looking.

That's the Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Demon.

He held a brand-new blue and white robe in his hand, walked up to Kaguya Naoki, and knelt down on the ground.

She looked at Kaguya Naoki with those small but expectant and hopeful eyes.

"Fourth Generation, put it on."

Yondaime.

Naoki Kaguya murmured softly, looking at the light, flowing divine robe.

It is the human heart, and it is also a responsibility.

Since we were prepared to face all of this long ago.

"Then put them on."

He donned the divine robes, turned around, and just then, a gentle breeze began to rise, and the sunlight shone brightly.

"The Yondaime."

The Third Hokage, standing dejectedly beside Kaguya Naoki, looked at the spirited figure with complicated eyes, as if seeing his former self in him.

Back then, I was young and dreaming of revitalizing the village and unifying the ninja world. How did it all turn out like this?

No.

I am not as good as him.

The Third Hokage slowly took two steps back, looking at the figure illuminated by the sunlight, then at the ninjas below the stage, and for the first time understood what a Kage was.

Naoki.

As Mei Terumi gazed at the fluttering divine robes, she involuntarily covered her mouth, tears welling in her eyes.

She will always remember that night ten years ago, when the boys and girls looked at the bright moon and vowed to change the village.

Today is the day my dream comes true.

"Lord Naoki!"

Zabuza Momochi drew his long sword and slashed down fiercely.

Fulfill your promise and change this village.

I've placed all my dreams and future on you. If you dare to disappoint me, even if you're Naoki-sama, I'll kill you with all my might!

"Naoki Kaguya".

He leaned on his decapitation sword, gazing at the blue and white divine robes fluttering above the high platform.

I am but a knife, a knife for killing. For the new era you envision, continue to use me until I break.

"Kaguya Naoki, Kaguya Naoki."

Hozuki Mangetsu gritted his shark-like teeth, staring at the figure with a flickering gaze.

Yagura gripped the weapon behind him tightly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Let's give the village a bright future.

"The Yondaime!"

"The Yondaime."

The emotions that were gradually becoming uncontrollable burned in everyone's hearts.

They shouted it out.

The clouds in the sky were dispelled, bringing the sunshine of today.

"The Yondaime?"

Wearing a blue robe and accompanied by several ninjas, Ao, who was escorting two Konoha ninjas, couldn't help but stop and listen. Then, he smiled.

"The Fourth Hokage has indeed arrived."

Then I can join in too.

what is that?
As Uchiha Shisui listened to the booming, agitated sounds, he felt his heart tremble.

If I, Shisui, could gain such recognition, I would probably be able to become Hokage.

Is it that guy?

Hyuga Hizashi looked at the frenzied and restless crowd in the distance and subtly clenched the hem of his clothes.

And so, he became the Shadow.

Has that innocent child from the Water Kingdom grown up to this extent?

Back then, I was the genius of the branch family, Hyuga Hizashi, while he was just a naive child. But today, the difference is like night and day.

Hyuga Hizashi smiled bitterly, feeling the caged bird on his forehead gradually transform into twisted anger.

(End of this chapter)