Konoha: The Absolute Justice of the Uchiha

Chapter 214 Our Hidden Mist Village Doesn't Need Justice

Just as the surrounding white fog reached its thickest point, almost condensing into water droplets...

A Hidden Mist ninja skilled in silent killing techniques approached Uchiha Ikezumi's back as stealthily as a ghost.

His footsteps were as light as a feather, his breath blended with the sound of the wind, and he deliberately suppressed even the slightest fluctuations of chakra.

The next second, the ninja sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, aimed at Uchiha Ikezumi's unsuspecting neck.

A precise and ruthless diagonal slash!

However, just as the blade was about to touch the hair, the Hidden Mist ninja's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!
Because he could clearly see that the back of the head of the Konoha ninja in front of him, covered by short black hair, was turning inch by inch toward him!

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a face that was already turned to the side, and a Sharingan that had been activated at some point, crimson and eerie!
—He already knew about me!

My silent killing technique... is utterly useless against him!
Shocking thoughts exploded in the Hidden Mist ninja's mind like thunder, but his body couldn't keep up with this sudden change.

He didn't even have time to fully reveal the look of horror on his face.

I only felt a fleeting, icy touch on my neck.

The next second, the world was spinning.

The world in his eyes churned wildly, and the last thing his blurred vision caught was a headless body below, still in a sword-wielding posture, kneeling and collapsing helplessly to the ground.

Filled with doubt and resentment, along with his last moments of consciousness, he sank into the eternal abyss of darkness.

His head had been severed by a single stroke and rolled to the ground.

With a flick of his wrist, Uchiha Ikezumi shook off the warm blood droplets from the blade, his movements fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

He didn't even have the interest to glance at the corpse.

Within the thick fog, more whooshing sounds came from all directions, and countless blurry figures, filled with murderous intent, swarmed in like sharks that had smelled blood.

Not far away, Mei Terumi stretched out her hand in vain, but could only watch helplessly as figures from her village instantly passed by her and rushed towards Uchiha Ikezumi.

Anxiety and helplessness intertwined, almost suffocating her.

Soon, a faint, eerie red blush appeared without warning in the originally pure white, thick fog.

At first, it was like a drop of cinnabar being added to water, but soon, the blush spread at an astonishing speed.

A nauseating, cloying smell mixed with rust began to fill the air.

The thick white fog is being visibly stained into an increasingly dense and chilling crimson!

In just a few seconds, the entire area seemed to be submerged in a sea of ​​blood, and visibility dropped drastically.

The visual impact and psychological pressure brought by the scarlet color are multiplying.

The true "Village of Blood Mist"...

Arrive here!

"Uh……!"

"Ahem..."

In the thick, blood-red mist, muffled groans, the dull thud of blades slicing through flesh, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground formed a dense and cruel symphony of death.

These sounds were brief and rapid.

It often stops abruptly as soon as it starts, as if an invisible hand has choked it.

Mei Terumi held her breath, her heart involuntarily pounding with each muffled thud and the sound of her falling to the ground.

She subconsciously counted in her mind:

One, two... ten... twenty...

Fifty...Seventy...

As she counted down to nearly eighty, a chill ran down her spine and straight to the top of her head.

How long has it been?

One minute?

Two minutes?
The number of Kirigakure ninjas who fell under that man's blade is probably close to a hundred!
Many who came later had no idea what was happening ahead, because all the victims were killed without even being able to let out a proper scream before their lives were taken away in an instant!
"what--!!!"

Finally, a bloodcurdling scream shattered the suffocating silence.

Immediately afterwards, a dark shadow flew out of the blood mist like a tattered sack, crashing heavily towards the direction where Mei Terumi was.

Mei Terumi instinctively dodged to the side.

"Oh!"

The figure crashed heavily into the wall behind her, sending shards of stone flying.

It was a Hidden Mist ninja. At this moment, he was curled up like a boiled shrimp, vomiting blood mixed with pieces of internal organs. His chest was visibly sunken, indicating that his ribs were all broken and he had completely lost his fighting ability.

“…He held back. He spared a life.” Mei Terumi stared at the critically wounded, dying ninja and murmured to herself.

At that moment, her tense nerves inexplicably relaxed a little.

This proves that Uchiha Ikezumi was not merely a killing machine.

He adhered to his obsessive and terrifying concept of "absolute justice".

Those who are truly without sin will not be easily taken by Uchiha Ikezumi. But anyone who dares to stand in his way will pay a heavy price.

Like this ninja in front of us, even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will have no chance of recovering without months of careful recuperation, and may even be left with a lifelong hidden ailment.

but……

The strong smell of blood lingering around her nose constantly reminded her that such "lucky" individuals were only a tiny minority in this one-sided massacre.

Breathing in this nauseating air, watching the blood around me grow thicker and thicker.

She knew all too well that the man who dared to kill even the Mizukage...

There will be no pity for the Hidden Mist ninja.

"Ao... how much longer..." Mei Terumi clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

Every second of delay could lead to ignorant compatriots rushing forward to their deaths, or like that person just now, almost becoming permanently disabled!
As for those whom Uchiha Izumi called villains, they have been ignored by Terumi Mei.

She was concerned about the Hidden Mist ninjas who shouldn't have been killed or even injured, yet foolishly charged forward.

At this moment of despair—

"Ninjas of Kirigakure! Stop it all!!!"

An aged yet imposing and urgent roar, like a thunderclap, forcefully pierced through the thick blood mist and reached the ears of every Hidden Mist ninja.

"Huh...huh..."

The person who shouted seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and after shouting, he was panting heavily with a bellows-like noise.

In the thick, blood-red fog, the previously dense and chilling sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh quickly became sparse.

Finally, with the dull thud of the last body collapsing to the ground, all fell silent.

"Wind Escape·Big Breakthrough!"

Several Kirigakure Jonin who had reacted simultaneously formed hand seals, and a powerful whirlwind howled up, forcefully blowing away the suffocating blood-red curtain.

As the gale swept through, the scarlet fog gradually faded and eventually dissipated.

The moment their vision cleared again, all the surviving Hidden Mist ninjas were speechless with shock at the sight before them.

A chill emanating from the depths of their souls instantly froze their blood.

It's all corpses!!!

Everywhere you look, there are layers upon layers of corpses in various poses!

They almost covered the entire ground, and the gushing blood gathered into winding red streams, flowing freely along the cracks in the stone slabs, eventually gushing into the sewers on both sides of the road, staining the dark entrance a dazzling dark red.

At the top of that "hill" of corpses, two figures stood tall.

At the highest point was Uchiha Ikezumi.

The standard ninja sword in his hand, which could be found anywhere, was already chipped and broken from being used so often, and beads of scarlet blood slowly dripped down the blade.

His face was expressionless, and his eerie Sharingan calmly looked down at the Hidden Mist people below, who seemed to be frozen in place. The concentrated killing intent emanating from his body almost made the air itself freeze.

It was a killing aura even purer and more terrifying than that of the most cold-blooded assassins in Kirigakure.

Slightly below, an Uchiha girl was breathing heavily.

Her chakra was greatly depleted, and several shallow wounds appeared on her arms and shoulders, stained with blood.

But her back remained perfectly straight.

However, not many people paid attention to her.

Everyone's gaze, filled with unspeakable fear, was fixed on the man standing atop the mountain of corpses.

At that moment, Ao appeared beside Mei Terumi, his voice trembling slightly: "I... seem to be too late. How many people are lying down now?"

Mei Terumi paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping across the carnage, her tone heavy: "Countless. He killed faster than I could count. Judging by this density, there are at least three hundred corpses alone. Among them are Jonin, but even more... are Chunin and Genin."

She paused, then added with a hint of bitterness in her voice, "A Jonin might be able to withstand one or two moves from him and understand how they died before they die. But those Chunin and Genin probably won't know what happened until the moment death comes."

As Qing listened to Terumi Mei's narration, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

The cold sweat that beaded on his forehead instantly soaked the bandage under his forehead protector.

He didn't even dare to look Uchiha Izumi in the eye, let alone question him about why he had gone on a killing spree in Kirigakure.

Faced with such absolute power, even anger seems so pale and extravagant.

knock--

knock--

knock--

The sound of the cane striking the viscous blood slowly rang out.

Elder Yuanshi, the most senior and respected elder of Kirigakure, was seen walking step by step through pools of blood and over the corpses of his fellow villagers, heading towards Uchiha Ikezumi.

His aged figure appeared exceptionally small against the backdrop of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Seeing this, Terumi Mei and Ao immediately followed closely behind, protecting him on either side.

The remaining Hidden Mist ninja were still immersed in immense shock and fear; none dared to move or speak.
They finally saw the truth beneath the blood mist and witnessed that extremely terrifying depiction of hell!

If it weren't for Master Yuan's timely intervention...

At this moment, they have probably become part of this mountain of corpses as well.

That Uchiha from Konoha...

He's a monster that can't be measured by common sense!

"Cough cough..."

Yuan Shi's cloudy gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh.

But he quickly raised his head and met Uchiha Ikezumi's cold Sharingan eyes.

The moment their eyes met, even someone as experienced as Master Yuan felt his heart involuntarily tighten.

He saw no emotion in the young man's eyes, only a bottomless, cold indifference.
He immediately realized that this was not someone who could be moved or bound by seniority, experience, or any worldly rules.

"I... have already learned the general outline of what happened from Qing..."

The master broke the suffocating silence with a hoarse voice, even using honorifics: "The power you have shown is enough to convince me that the Fourth Mizukage, Yagura Karatachi, did indeed fall at your hands."

"I also believe that you have come all the way from Konoha with the intention of not invading Kirigakure, otherwise you would never have come alone."

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding corpses, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of compromise and helplessness: "It was these village ninjas... who offended you, Your Excellency. Their deaths... were their own fault. I beg your esteemed guest from Konoha... to forgive them."

This statement came out.

The whole place was in an uproar!

All the surviving Hidden Mist ninjas stared in disbelief at the Master's retreating figure, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Even humiliation!
This village elder, whom even the Mizukage treated with utmost respect, was now so humble and humbly begging for peace from an outsider ninja who had committed such a heinous atrocity within the village.
Is this reasonable? !
The next second, Uchiha Ikezumi's cold voice rang out: "You seem to have misunderstood something. They were killed not because they offended me. You say you know the general outline of what happened, but it seems you know nothing at all."

"They will be killed because they deserve to die. Their continued existence, burdened with layers of sin, is a failure of justice. The fact that Kirigakure did not deal with these people, and even regarded them as the village's elite, shows that the village's ideology has become so distorted as to be pathological."

"We want to tear away the blood mist that shrouds Kirigakure, and allow the nearly hopeless village to flourish with fertile ground for justice. These villains must all be eliminated, not a single one can be spared. Only in this way can justice suppress the blood mist policy that continues to breed evil."

Master Yuan's heart sank.

This young man from Konoha is indeed exceptionally troublesome.

The other party's words clearly indicate that they intend to forcibly interfere in the internal affairs of Kirigakure.

All the Blood Mist ninjas spawned by the Blood Mist Village are, in the eyes of the enemy, damned villains.

The other side is probably not limited to killing only "a few" people in Kirigakure!

If they really carry out a large-scale purge as Uchiha Izumi suggested...

Master Yuan simply couldn't imagine how many ninjas would be left in Kirigakure in the end.
Are there still 500 ninjas left?

Five hundred might even be an exaggeration!

"You're just a Konoha ninja, what right do you have to interfere in Kirigakure's internal affairs!" A Kirigakure ninja with red eyes gritted his teeth and shouted, "Our Kirigakure doesn't need any justice at all!"

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(End of this chapter)