In Naruto, build the strongest Hidden Mist Village.

Chapter 75 Boiling Mist Conceals, Fiery Starlight Shines (First Update, more to come, currently writing furiously)

With one hand rowing the boat and the other tightly gripping the scroll in his hand, Kisame Hoshigaki felt a strange emotion burning within him.

Where does this feeling come from?
Kisame Hoshigaki was lost in thought, lost in memories.

It was probably the Mist-Hidden Camp not long ago.

He took the scroll and, as usual, went to carry out his mission. When he looked up, he saw pairs of eyes staring intently at the scroll in his hand.

Those were eyes he had never seen before, but he could vaguely sense an emotion within them.

An emotion called joy.

Recalling that feeling once again, Kisame's shark-like face involuntarily curled into a smile.

He liked that feeling.

That was different from the life he had lived for the past ten years, which was filled with betrayal and falsehood. He could feel that in that camp, as he held the scroll, there were hands supporting him from behind.

I really want to see that scene again.

Recalling the past, a genuine smile appeared on her face, but it quickly vanished due to the inertia of her past life.

But deep down he vaguely sensed that his life, which had originally been nothing more than mechanical killing, seemed to have gained some new pursuits.

He shook his head and stopped thinking.

What we need to do now is get back to the village as soon as possible and tell everyone the news.

After rushing for a long time, the sun gradually set, the sky grew darker, and the dim starry sky was dotted with stars.

With one hand tightly gripping the scroll, Kisame Hoshigaki headed straight for the Mizukage Building, only to be stopped by an ANBU member at the office door.

"The Fourth Hokage is not here."

Looking at the candlelight still burning inside the door, Kisame Hoshigaki frowned.

"The one inside the door is the Third Generation."

The secret service responded.

Where is the Fourth Hokage?

Kisame Hoshigaki immediately asked a question.

"exist"

The secret service member shook his head helplessly.

At that moment, hearing the commotion outside the door, the Third Hokage tidied up the stacks of scrolls.

He opened the door and called out to Kisame Hoshigaki, who was about to leave to find the Fourth Hokage.

"Come with me, I know where the Fourth Hokage is."

Upon seeing that figure, Kisame and the ninjas behind him quickly bowed and followed the Third Hokage with proper posture.

The group of five walked along the dimly lit street until they turned a corner and saw a bright river running across the street, which brightened their eyes.

The riverbanks are lined with scattered shops, but there are quite a few noisy pedestrians.

Such vitality was something never seen before in the Hidden Mist.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see that these people hidden in the mist are still numb and lifeless, with no vitality in their pupils.

The three ignored it and continued walking.

"This is the commercial street that the fourth generation boss opened these past few days. There aren't many shops, but it's mostly people who come to join in the fun."

With a chuckle, the Third Generation ignored whether the people behind him responded or not, and continued talking to himself.

"The Fourth Hokage and Mei Terumi are probably eating caramelized dumplings."

"It should be not far away."

The third generation leader knew the details like the back of his hand and led his group through the crowd.

There were quite a few people, and Kisame Hoshigaki gripped the scroll tighter, his heart pounding faster and faster.

It wasn't until he saw a familiar figure, the Fourth Hokage, who was unclothed and subtly positioned at the center of the crowd, that his heartbeat reached its peak.

"Go ahead, I'll go find some food."

"Don't say that I brought you here."

As the third generation leader spoke, he squeezed into the crowd and disappeared.

Seeing this, Kisame felt a little strange, but with important matters at hand, he had no time to think about it.

Squeezing through the dense and noisy crowd, I arrived in front of Kaguya Naoki, who was still eating dumplings, and bowed my head.

"Yondaime-sama."

"Hmm." Naoki Kaguya turned around and looked at Kisame Hoshigaki's face, already knowing what was written on the scroll.

But he still solemnly accepted it, and only after reading it carefully from top to bottom did he let out a long sigh of frustration.

After more than a decade of planning and several brushes with death, he finally became the commander-in-chief, leading his troops into battle and fighting to the death with thousands of ninjas. He also nearly died outside Sunagakure, only to be told that he had been given nothing but empty words.

Won.

These two words contain so much hardship, and are far, far away from the hidden mist.

Before this war, the history of Kirigakure was filled with nothing but defeats. The people of Kirigakure were numb to the prospect of defeat and death.

This time, things have finally changed.

Seeing Naoki Kaguya's strange expression, Mei Terumi couldn't help but ask a question.

"Naoki, what's wrong?"

Naoki Kaguya's expression softened, and she smiled.

"Konoha has made peace."

"Yes, we won."

Despite being prepared and having anticipated it.

But when she actually heard the news, Mei Terumi's voice still trembled.

"we won?"

As Kaguya Naoki slowly nodded, Mei Terumi's face was filled with a mix of emotions: shock, joy, and then tears of happiness.

"Naoki, tell them."

"This is a great opportunity to win people's hearts."

Gathering her thoughts and suppressing her emotions, Mei Terumi immediately raised her two delicate white hands and gently pushed Naoki Kaguya.

"Yes."

Naoki Kaguya was well aware of this, and of course she wouldn't miss such an opportunity.

He immediately summoned an ice mirror and stepped onto the great river, high in the sky.

This is the most suitable location for a speech.

The streets outside were still noisy, but pairs of eyes were involuntarily drawn to that figure.

Where all eyes converged, Kaguya Naoki raised the scroll in his hand, meeting the still somewhat stiff and numb gazes.

Looking into those eyes, the once vivid lines and actions suddenly faded from my memory.

Today is not the time for me to display my personal power and virtue.

After all, no matter how much I say or how much I shout, it can't compare to letting them truly see the light, which is more deeply rooted in their hearts.

And so, above that dimly lit street, Kaguya Naoki raised that scroll to the crowd who, not long ago, had faced death, betrayal, and worried about war and life after the coup, and shouted with all his might, even with a hint of ferocity.

"We won!"

His voice was a little hoarse, but powerful.

It had just landed.

First there was silence. Some people were shocked and didn't have time to react, while others were numb and didn't know why.

But as cheers erupted from the spot, everyone immediately joined in the revelry, causing the campfire to flicker and the waves to surge.

The rising crowd stirred up smoke, and the ground trembled as the mist spread.

Kisame Hoshigaki raised his head completely, looking at the hands that were leaping high and waving their arms as if trying to lift Naoki Kaguya, and clenched his fists tightly.

This is the meaning of my existence: to keep them jumping like this forever.

My sins are truly too grave.

In a dark corner, watching the rising crowd, the Third Hokage slammed his fist into the ground, trying to use the pain to free himself from the torment that was raging in his heart.

If it weren't for me
"What are you doing there? Come listen to the Fourth Hokage's speech."

The Third Generation, concealing the tears and bitterness on his face, smiled as he looked at a child who, though unaware of the reason for his joy, was cheering along with everyone else.

Let such scenes fill every child of the future.

"Come with you."

Stepping out of the corner, I looked up at the Fourth Generation in the sky.

He is not an individual, but all the people on both sides of this great river.

(End of this chapter)