From undercover in Konoha, to I am the Hokage!

Chapter 205 My Mercy (6k)

March 15th, the 48th year of Konoha.

Early in the morning, 5:20.

The Kirigakure Civil War broke out.

The first place where the fighting broke out was at several granaries on the outskirts of the Hidden Mist Village, followed by the arsenal and then the steel mill.

Looking down from high above, the ninjas who were leaping over the eaves like crows formed an orderly countercurrent with the civilians on the street who were forcibly or voluntarily fleeing from the houses to various underground shelters.

Both the reformists and the bloodline factions refrained from killing ordinary people from the same village—even though many of these people were members of their enemy tribes.

Most of the wandering civilians had not yet realized what had happened in the village. Many of them thought that the war had started again and that someone from outside the village was attacking.

Only the merchant caravans that were more well-informed tried to squeeze out of the village against the crowd like crazy, but were then killed by the Kirigakure ninjas guarding various places.

The empty streets were filled with only smashed horse-drawn carriages and steam trucks with missing wheels. Black smoke rising into the sky could be seen everywhere, as well as occasional explosions.

However, all of this was eventually shrouded by the thick fog that had accumulated over the village all year round, making it difficult to see clearly.

A child who was left behind at the street corner let out a sharp cry. His small body curled up in front of a door piled with junk, his eyes red and swollen.

Only occasionally when one or two figures flashed quickly across the middle of the street would he suddenly stop crying and watch them go away.

Then a few short wails could be heard in the distance, or the suppressed cries of pain from the wounded who collapsed on the ground.

All of this made the young child, who was ignorant of the world, feel instinctive fear, so much so that even the originally loud and sharp cries gradually stopped.

It was not until several ninjas, who were clearly wearing the distinctive costumes of the ninja clan, jumped over the eaves and saw the child dressed in civilian clothes that a hint of deep disgust inadvertently flashed in their eyes.

Just a shuriken in hand.

After a dull puff sound, even the already light breathing was cut off.

"Damn bastard."

Ordinary people living in peacetime often find it difficult to imagine how serious the alienation of people's social roles can be caused by war, even a short-term internal war.

The compatriots who you can see everywhere on weekdays suddenly change their roles. Their kind and friendly faces suddenly turn hideous and ferocious. The fighting that begins as soon as they meet proceeds rapidly with the muffled sound of cold weapons piercing into flesh and blood. Often, within three or two seconds, your once good companions and relatives will turn from a lively appearance into a cold, stiff corpse in your brief hesitation.

The vast majority of people were passively swept along.

They were caught up in hatred, social contradictions, and the threat of life and death, and were entangled in this scarlet battlefield.

In this short period of time, the entire Hidden Mist Village was transformed into a chaotic Shura field where you are in me and I am in you.

"die!"

The piercing whistling sound penetrated the fog, like a dark streak that cut through a distance of several meters, outlining a perfect arc and slashing horizontally through the torso of the Terumi clan ninja in front of him.

The kunai tried to block the attack with short force, but it couldn't hold out for even a moment in front of the hard beheading sword.

The refined kunai made of Konoha's high-carbon steel, along with his body, were broken into two with a cry of "Nani?!". The spilled blood dotted into the deep white mist, and his large and small intestines and a series of internal organs were splashed all over the ground along with his upper body that was thrown away by inertia.

However, the sudden noise still alarmed the two ninja companions on the other side. They turned their heads nervously and one of them even threw out an explosive kunai.

However, Biwa Juzang's speed was much faster than theirs.

As the user of the 'Beheading Sword' among the first generation of 'Seven Ninja Swordsmen', he was already a well-known elite jonin in the entire Hidden Mist Village long before he was selected into this killer group. He could suppress most of the bloodline ninjas with his physical skills alone.

At this moment, he swung the beheading sword in his hand to the side with ease, and the detonating kunai flying in the air was smashed to the other side, exploding a ball of light and fire in the corner of the warehouse.

As for his figure, he was already approaching the second person with silent steps at a speed that was too fast for ordinary people to react.

However, that person had already completed the seals in his hands.

"Boiling Escape, Boiling"

There was a special chakra in his bulging cheeks, but before he could spit it out, Biwa Juuzou kicked him in the abdomen with a bang, cutting off the sound from his mouth and causing him to hunch over.

This perfectly timed movement caused the beheading sword that just swept through the air to cut directly into the side of his neck.

In the eyes of others, it seemed as if he had offered his head voluntarily.

The man's head was still puffed up, and under the impact of the internal pressure and the spurting blood, he flew several meters up. The large amount of blood that spread out blocked the vision of the other two people for a moment.

But the 'companion' behind him had a vicious look in his eyes. Even before the opponent's Boiling Escape could be performed, the bone knife in his hand had already approached his vest. It was obvious that he was planning to kill both the Terumi clan and Biwa Juzo together from the beginning.

Judging from the bone knife sticking out of the arm, this was obviously one of the remnants of Kaguya who had managed to escape last night.

"Pay the lives of my people!!"

He roared like a madman, but the sudden flow of blood splashed his face red.

However, this determined blow was powerless, and his body stumbled and bumped into the headless corpse opposite.

When the other party looked down, he saw Pipa Shi rolling on the ground and swinging his sword, hiding like a willow leaf. The beheading sword was dancing horizontally on the ground and directly cut off his two calves.

At this moment, the body leaned forward unconsciously due to inertia, and the intense pain suddenly penetrated into the brain along the nerves.

But before the ferocity on his face could turn into fear, the clothes on his vest were pulled up by a great force, and his whole body was thrown out like a dart by this extremely vicious man, spinning and smashing towards the last companion on the opposite side.

"Secret Technique·Magic Mirror Ice Crystal!"

But compared to the other losers in his team, this ninja from the Snow Clan was obviously much calmer.

As early as the moment Biwa Juzang appeared, he used the secret technique of ice escape, surrounding the narrow area with mirror-like ice surfaces, and his figure disappeared into the mirror.

The half body crashed into the air with a loud bang, only breaking the front few sides.

Biwa Juzo was very fast. Almost at the same moment when the body hit the ice, he rushed out through the gap - no one would be stupid enough to fight within the advantage range of others.

However, what the Snow Clan Ninja captured was just such a moment.

"Secret Technique: Thousand Killings Water Flying!"

It was just a moment, and it was like a trap that had been prepared long ago, waiting for its prey to step into it.

As soon as Biwa Juzang passed through the gap, he was suddenly covered by dozens of ice needles condensed from water vapor from top to bottom and left to right, shooting all over his body.

"Puff puff--"

That tall and strong body was immediately shot into a hedgehog.

Until this moment, the Snow Clan's Jonin slowly emerged from the mirror and looked at his corpse with a sneer:

"The Seven Ninja Swordsmen are no more than this."

However, just as the corpse fell to the ground, it suddenly turned into a pool of water.

The jonin of the Snow Clan was startled.

Water clone?!

Almost at the moment he realized this, he didn't even turn his head and rushed straight into the nearest mirror.

Then, he saw a big knife quietly blocking his path.

"puff."

Two more bodies fell to the ground.

Biwa Juzo turned his head and looked at the armory behind him.

As early as when he killed the first person, the team behind him had already rushed into the gate and started fighting with the Shinobi ninjas stationed inside.

At this time, there were continuous shouts and explosions inside, and the roars of fear and anger were decreasing at a rapid rate.

By the time he walked quickly into the armory, most of the bloodline ninjas inside had been killed.

However, Biwa Juzang's expression, which had just relaxed, suddenly became serious when he saw the situation in the armory.

He suddenly grabbed a bloodline ninja who was still struggling to survive and shouted:
"Where are the detonating tags and kunai here?!"

The Terumi ninja, whose leg and hand had been chopped off, had turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

However, after hearing his question, a mocking smile slowly appeared on his face.

"spit!"

He weakly spat a mouthful of blood-mixed saliva into the murderer's face.

I didn't spit.

Then, his head was smashed to the ground and turned into a pool of rotten watermelon mixed with white and red.

"Juzou-sama!"

Instead, a perception ninja beside him gasped and shouted: "There are many, many targets moving towards the center of the village!"

"us.?"

Hearing what he said, Biwa Juzang's face suddenly became even darker.

Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out.

"go!"

Yagura Karuta stood on the rooftop of the Mizukage Building, quietly looking at the smoke rising from all over the village, his expression deadly indifferent.

Several members of the Kirigakure Anbu wearing white robes and masks were following closely behind him, also quietly waiting for orders.

Most of the troops he had had already been dispatched.

At this moment, he is the only top fighter left in the Mizukage Building.

Just by looking at the dust rising from the explosions outside the village, Karuta Yagura could tell that the military factories, steel mills and warehouses, which were the lifeblood of the military manufacturing industry in the Hidden Mist Village, were being desperately fought over by the reformists and the bloodline factions.

In a manner that completely violates the ninja's principle of stealth, they fought head-on like samurai and ashigaru.

From early morning to this afternoon, every minute and every second spent in the Hidden Mist Village has been filled with the blood of a large amount of Hidden Mist Ninjas - that is the foundation and potential of this village.

But at this moment, Karuta Yagura just watched the sticky blood flowing meaninglessly in the civil war with such an indifferent attitude.

How many people had died in just half a day? Five thousand? Seven thousand?
Or more?
He looked at the empty street and suddenly became absent-minded.

So what if you have made countless psychological expectations before this?
When he saw with his own eyes the scene of himself destroying Kirigakure, even a heart as strong as steel would have been melted into molten iron by the raging anger.

Suddenly, everyone heard him ask for no reason:

"Even so, isn't that enough?"

"of course."

The next moment, in the 'gap' that no one around could notice, a gentle and calm voice came into the ears of everyone present out of thin air.

Uchiha Fugaku's expression suddenly tensed up, like a gray rabbit being targeted by a falcon.

It was not until his brain realized the owner of the voice that a look of relief inadvertently appeared on his face under the mask, and he even looked at the figure that suddenly appeared with a hint of relief.

The tall young man stood beside Karatachi Yagura, looking at the village shrouded in mist with him. His gentle and indifferent voice sounded so harsh to the Fourth Mizukage.

Sawara Kiri also looked at the empty streets of Kirigakure and said softly:

"You clearly know this, Lord Yagura."

"Even for Konoha, it is too difficult to swallow up 10,000 ninjas in one go."

"In the judgment of the Konoha Intelligence Office, the number of five thousand is relatively appropriate."

Karuju Yagura turned around as if he was stabbed by a needle, and growled, "Do you know how many ninjas there are in Kirigakure?"

"About 23,200." Sahara Kiri's tone remained calm, "It should have dropped to more than 17,000 now."

"The bloodline faction's killing efficiency is much higher than yours."

Hearing the rapidly decreasing numbers, even Yagura, a willing traitor, felt as if his whole body was on fire. He suddenly turned around, took a step towards him, and grabbed his collar on tiptoe.

"Let go!"

"What do you want to do?!"

"Yakura!"

It was almost the moment he made this move.

All the 'Kirigakure Anbu' behind Karuju Yagura moved, pointing the various weapons in their hands at him.

However, he stopped in front of Sawara Kiri's raised hand.

Sawara Kiri looked down at him and met Karutagi Yagura's red eyes.

"What do you want to say, Lord Yagura?"

The petite young man stared at him intently, his every word sounding like tears of blood, and he suppressed his roar:
"Damn bastard!"

"You are such a powerful guy!"

"Why do you have to go to this extent?!"

"If it was Hashirama Senju back then."

Sawara Kiri just looked at him without doing anything. Karutagi Yagura's hand, which was tightly grasping his collar, was suddenly bounced away by an invisible force, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

He still stood there, looking at Yagura with gentle eyes:
"So Senju Hashirama is dead."

"His foolish will also disappeared with his dead power. All that remains is the remnant of the war called Konoha."

When he finished speaking, Karuju Yagura seemed stunned and looked at him silently.

Sawara Kirize had already retracted his gaze and took a step towards the edge of the rooftop. He looked at the dark crowd that was pouring in like a tide along the central street and sighed softly.

"Yakura."

"I am willing to hand over the Kirigakure issue to you, not because of any ill intention, but because..."

His voice paused, and when he turned his head again, his originally gentle and soft gaze had turned into a dead silence, and his voice struck into my heart:

"My mercy."

As he finished speaking, the shapes of the dark crowd in the distance gradually became clear.

The ultimate weapon, personally escorted by clan leaders including Terumi, Kizuna, and Mizunotsuki, was pushed to the front of the crowd.

Following behind them were the most elite soldiers of the entire bloodline sect who had retreated from the outskirts of the Hidden Mist Village.

Everyone is eyeing this building, which symbolizes the highest authority in Kirigakure.

"Come out! Yagura!"

The leader of the Ghost Lantern clan stood at the front and shouted in an almost contemptuous tone:

"Do you think you can hide anymore?"

"Now, it's time to end this war!"

Hearing the roar of one of the bloodline leaders in the front, the bloodline ninjas behind him all showed hideous and ferocious smiles.

Their entire war strategy is actually quite simple.

First, quickly occupy the surrounding arsenals and gather weapons, then abandon the option of long-term combat, gather troops as quickly as possible, take advantage of the emptiness of the center of the reformists, and use the greatest advantage to kill the leader Yagura Karatachi first, and then take down the entire Kirigakure in one go.

Civilian ninjas are nothing more than a mob united by a few strong men. Without a leader, their fragile nature will be immediately exposed.

In addition, just as Karutagi Yagura was worried that the Hidden Mist Village’s strength would be consumed too much.

Although these clan leaders of the Bloodline Faction did not care about the loss of lives of civilian ninjas, they cared a lot about their own clansmen. Even they could not withstand the huge losses brought about by a long-term war - especially this kind of head-on conflict in an open area.

That's simply using human lives as bullets.

Besides the Hidden Mist Village, there are four other ninja villages coveting this country.

However, just as he was thinking this, he tried to kill the idiot Yagura Karatachi as quickly as possible.

The Ghost Lantern Chief originally had a grim smile on his face, but suddenly his expression cooled down in an extremely difficult state. All the muscle lines on his face froze in place, so that his facial muscles twitched slightly.

"Da da da"

The brisk footsteps of ninja shoes on the concrete floor rang in the ears of the bloodline ninjas.

More and more people stood there in a daze, staring at the figure that appeared in front of them in confusion - this was completely different from the damn dwarf they had expected.

The Ghost Lantern tribe leader standing at the front looked at the figure in front of him, his pupils trembled unconsciously, and even his voice began to become dry.

"You, you, how could it be?"

It's not just him.

Several high-ranking members of the Blood Succession Sect standing by the carriage were all stunned, staring fixedly at that damnable face that must never be forgotten.

"Crench--!"

Instead, Kimimaro, who was trapped in the sealing ritual cage, suddenly raised his head and stared at the figure with a look that was not sure whether it was fear or intimidation.

Sawara Kiri stood directly in front of them, playing with a metal coin in his hand.

"Ding."

The silver coin spun in the air and fell back into his palm.

Sawara Kiri looked up at them, with a perfect arc at the corners of her lips and a cold smile.

"Feel sorry."

"This war must continue for a while longer."

"So, could you all just disappear for a while?"

As he spoke, he flicked his thumb and the coin in his hand spun countless times in the air.

The only difference is that.

At this moment, Sawara Kiri had already turned his body sideways, stretched out his arms, and made a snapping gesture.

Fiery and violent lightning burst out from his body like the scorching sun. The extremely high temperature and high-density chakra suddenly condensed into a point, and a bloody and dazzling light flashed in his azure eyes.

"Lightning Release: Super Electromagnetic Cannon!"

The eyes of the Ghost Lantern Chieftain almost condensed into a point, and his body dodged to the side faster than his brain, while a sharp howl came out of his mouth, like a crow crying.

“Get out of the way!!”

Fingertips pop out.

"boom!!!"

In an instant, unimaginable high temperature burst out in the short distance between the young man's fingertips and the silver coin. The loud and silent vibrations spread out in a ring shape, piercing through a circle of continuous vacuum belts in front of his slender figure, so that on the straight line within a few hundred meters in front of him, it seemed as if circles of condensed clouds suddenly appeared.

The metallic gaseous stream, which was dazzlingly white, was always condensed on the center line by the acceleration coils formed by the lightning chakra. However, the aftermath of this extremely fast explosion was enough to tear the ninja's tempered body apart like a steamroller rolling over tofu.

In the end, in the eyes of Karatachi Yagura, who was standing high on the Mizukage Building, all that was left was a white mark running through the entire street, deep grooves left by tearing the concrete road surface, and red and white colors spread on both sides of the groove like a child splashing paint - even the corpses were evaporated.

Even the death of the enemy, this extremely tragic scene, made him subconsciously turn his eyes away.

The hundreds or thousands of elite ninjas of the Bloodline Faction who appeared like a black tide and were so aggressive in the previous second, at this moment, only the lucky ones who were affected and survived were left in the ruins on both sides.

Most people didn't even realize what was happening. They just stared blankly at this scene that seemed like a natural disaster, and it seemed as if they had temporarily lost their souls.

These scenes seemed to be branding the feeling of powerlessness into the deepest part of Karatachi Yagura's heart.

He held onto the railing of the rooftop with both hands, murmuring:

"Mercy?"

(End of this chapter)