Chapter 214: Our Hidden Mist Village Doesn’t Need Justice At All
Just as the surrounding white thick fog was at its most viscous, almost condensing into water droplets.
A Mist Ninja proficient in the Silent Killing Technique quietly approached Uchiha Ikeizumi’s back like a ghost.
His footwork was as light as a feather, his breathing merged with the wind, and even the slightest chakra fluctuation was deliberately suppressed.
The next second, the ninja sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, aimed at Uchiha Ikeizumi’s defenseless cervical vertebra.
It slashed down precisely and ruthlessly at an angle!
However, at the critical moment when the blade was about to touch the hair strands, this Mist Ninja’s pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinprick!
Because he clearly saw that the back of the head of the Konoha Ninja ahead, covered by black short hair, was twisting toward him inch by inch!
What he glimpsed from the corner of his eye was the cheek already turned halfway, and a Sharingan that had opened at some point, scarlet and eerie!
—He had already discovered me!
—My Silent Killing Technique… is utterly useless in front of him!
The shocking thought exploded in the 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 show the horrified expression on his face.
He only felt a fleeting chill at his neck.
The next second, the world spun.
The world in his eyes rolled wildly, and his blurred vision last captured a headless body below that had lost its head but still maintained the posture of swinging the sword, kneeling powerlessly and collapsing to the ground.
Full of doubt and unwillingness, along with his final consciousness, sank into the eternal dark abyss.
—His head had already been severed by a single slash, rolling to the ground.
Uchiha Ikeizumi flicked his wrist lightly, shaking off the warm blood beads from the blade, his movements smooth and fluid without the slightest hesitation.
He didn’t even have the interest to glance at the corpse.
In the thick fog, more breaking wind sounds were assaulting from all directions, countless blurry figures carrying killing intent, swarming like sharks that smelled blood.
Not far away, Mei Terumī futilely reached out her hand, but could only watch helplessly as one after another fellow villagers instantly overtook her, pouncing toward Uchiha Ikeizumi.
Anxiety and powerlessness intertwined, almost suffocating her.
Soon, the originally pure white thick fog inexplicably seeped out a faint eerie red glow.
At first it was like a drop of cinnabar in water, but soon this red glow spread and permeated at an astonishing speed.
The air began to fill with a nauseating smell mixed of sweetness and rust.
The white thick fog was visibly being dyed into a thicker and thicker, heart-palpitating scarlet!
In just over ten seconds, the entire area seemed soaked in a sea of blood, with visibility dropping sharply.
The visual impact and psychological pressure from the scarlet color multiplied.
The true “Hidden Blood Mist Village”…
Had descended here!
“Urgh…!”
“Cough…”
In the thick blood-colored fog, muffled grunts, the dull sound of blades cutting flesh, and the sound of heavy objects falling composed a dense and cruel symphony of death.
These sounds were brief and rapid.
They often stopped abruptly as soon as they started, as if gripped by an invisible hand at the throat.
Mei Terumī held her breath, her heart involuntarily twitching with every muffled sound and thud.
She subconsciously counted silently in her mind:
One, two… ten… twenty…
Fifty… seventy…
When she counted close to eighty, a chill rushed from her spine to the top of her head.
How long had it been?
One minute?
Or two minutes?
The Mist Ninjas who fell under that man’s sword probably numbered nearly a hundred!
And many latecomers had no idea what happened ahead, because all the killed ones hadn’t even let out a proper scream before their lives were instantly taken!
“Ah——!!!”
Finally, an extremely shrill scream broke the suffocating silence.
Immediately after, a black shadow flew out from the blood fog like a burst sack, smashing heavily toward Mei Terumī’s direction.
Mei Terumī instinctively dodged to the side.
“Bang!”
That figure crashed heavily into the wall behind her, sending stones flying.
It was a Mist Ninja, now curled up like a cooked shrimp, constantly vomiting blood mixed with organ fragments from his mouth, his chest visibly caved in a large area, ribs completely shattered, utterly losing combat ability.
“…He held back. He left a survivor.” Mei Terumī stared at the ninja on the verge of death, murmuring to herself.
At this moment, her taut heartstring inexplicably relaxed a fraction.
This proved that Uchiha Ikeizumi was not purely a killing machine.
He adhered to his obsessive and terrifying “Absolute Justice”.
Those who truly bore no sin, Uchiha Ikeizumi would not easily take their lives. But those who dared block his path would pay a heavy price.
Just like this ninja before her; even if he luckily survived, without months of careful nursing, recovery was impossible, and he might even be left with lifelong hidden ailments.
But…
The thick bloody smell lingering at her nostrils constantly reminded her that such “lucky” ones were only a tiny minority in this one-sided massacre.
Breathing this nauseating air, watching the increasingly thick blood color around.
She knew deep down that the man who even dared to kill the Mizukage…
Would show no mercy to Mist Ninjas.
“Ao… how much longer…” Mei Terumī clenched her fists, nails almost digging into her flesh.
Every second of delay could mean ignorant compatriots rushing to their deaths, or nearly becoming lifelong cripples like the one just now!
As for those existences Uchiha Ikeizumi called villains, Mei Terumī had already ignored them.
What she cared about were those who shouldn’t be killed or even injured, yet still foolishly charged forward Mist Ninjas.
At this moment of despair—
“Mist Village Ninjas! All of you, stop!!!”
An elderly voice containing unquestionable authority and urgent roar exploded like thunder, forcibly penetrating the thick blood fog and reaching every Mist Ninja’s ears.
“Huff… huff…”
The shouter seemed to have exhausted all his strength, followed by violent, bellows-like ragged breathing.
In the blood-colored thick fog, the dense blade-entering-flesh sounds that made one’s scalp tingle quickly became sparse.
Finally, accompanied by the last dull sound of a corpse softly collapsing.
Everything fell into dead silence.
“Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!”
Several quick-reacting Mist Jonin formed seals simultaneously, a fierce whirlwind howled up, striving to blow away this suffocating blood-colored curtain.
As the gale swept through, the scarlet fog gradually faded until it dissipated.
And the moment visibility cleared again, all surviving Mist Ninjas were shocked speechless by the scene before them.
A chill from the depths of their souls instantly froze their blood.
All corpses!!!
Everywhere the eye could see, layers upon layers of corpses in various postures!
They nearly covered the entire ground, gurgling blood converging into winding red streams, flowing freely along the stone slab cracks, finally surging into the sewers on both sides of the road, dyeing the dark entrance a glaring dark red.
And atop the “small mountain” piled from corpses, two figures stood tall.
At the highest point was Uchiha Ikeizumi.
The standard-issue ninja sword in his hand was already chipped and blunt from hacking, scarlet blood beads slowly dripping along the blade.
His face was expressionless, those eerie Sharingan calmly overlooking the Mist crowd below as if petrified, the condensed killing intent emanating from him nearly freezing the air.
It was a purer and more terrifying killing aura than even the Hidden Mist Village’s coldest assassins.
Slightly below, a Uchiha girl was breathing slightly heavily.
Her chakra was greatly depleted, with several shallow wounds on her arms and shoulder blades, bloodstained.
But her back was still straight.
However, few people’s gazes lingered on her.
Everyone’s eyes, filled with indescribable shock and fear, were locked on the man standing atop the corpse mountain.
At this time, Ao’s figure appeared beside Mei Terumī, his voice carrying a faint tremor: “I… seem to be too late. How many have fallen now?”
Mei Terumī was silent for a moment, her gaze sweeping over this Asura field, her tone heavy: “Countless. His killing speed was faster than my counting. Judging by the density, just the corpses… over three hundred. Not lacking Jonin, but more… Chunin and Genin.”
She paused, adding with a hint of bitterness in her voice: “Jonin might last one or two moves under his hand, understanding how they died. But those Chunin and Genin probably didn’t know what happened until death came.”
Ao listened to Mei Terumī’s account, feeling a chill rise from his soles to the top of his head.
Cold sweat beading on his forehead instantly soaked the bandages under his headband.
He didn’t even dare look directly into Uchiha Ikeizumi’s eyes, let alone question why he massacred in the Hidden Mist Village.
In the face of such absolute power, even anger seemed pale and luxurious.
Tap—
Tap—
Tap—
The sound of a cane striking the viscous blood water slowly rang out.
Elder Yuanshi, the most senior and respected elder in the Hidden Mist Village, was arduously stepping through the blood pools over fellow villagers’ corpses, walking toward Uchiha Ikeizumi.
His aged figure appeared exceptionally small against the backdrop of the corpse mountain and sea of blood.
Mei Terumī and Ao, seeing this, immediately followed closely, guarding his sides.
The remaining Mist Ninjas remained immersed in immense shock and fear, none daring to move or speak.
They had finally seen the truth beneath the blood fog, and that extremely terrifying hellish painting!
If not for Master Gen stopping them in time…
They would probably have become part of this corpse mountain by now.
That Uchiha from Konoha…
Was simply a monster beyond rational measure!
“Cough cough…”
Elder Yuanshi’s turbid gaze swept over the corpses littering the ground, a flash of deep sorrow in his eyes, followed by an involuntary sigh.
But he quickly raised his head, meeting Uchiha Ikeizumi’s cold Sharingan.
The moment their eyes met, even with his vast experience, Elder Yuanshi’s heart involuntarily tightened.
In this young man’s eyes, he saw no emotional fluctuation, only a bottomless, icy indifference.
He immediately understood this was no being that could be swayed or bound by seniority, qualifications, or any worldly rules.
“This old man… has learned the general circumstances from Ao…”
Elder Yuanshi rasped, taking the initiative to break the suffocating silence, even using polite language: “The power you have shown is enough for this old man to believe… Fourth Mizukage Yagura Karatachi indeed fell by your hand.”
“This old man also believes you came from Konoha, not to invade the Hidden Mist, otherwise you wouldn’t come alone.”
He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding corpses, his tone carrying a faint compromise and helplessness: “It was these ninjas in the village… who offended you. Their deaths… are their own fault. Please, esteemed guest from Konoha… forgive them.”
At these words.
The whole scene erupted in uproar!
All surviving Mist Ninjas looked incredulously at Elder Yuanshi’s back, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.
Even humiliation!
This village elder whom even the Mizukage respected had now humbled himself to seek peace with an outsider ninja who committed such heinous slaughter in the village?
Was this reasonable?!
The next second, Uchiha Ikeizumi’s cold voice rang out: “You seem to have misunderstood something. They were killed not because they offended me. You say you’ve learned the general circumstances, but it seems you know nothing.”
“They were killed because they deserved to die. Those bearing layers of sin surviving until now is already justice’s failure. The former Hidden Mist Village didn’t deal with these people, even elevating them as village elites. This shows the ninja village’s ideology has become pathologically distorted.”
“To tear off the layer of blood fog cloaking the Hidden Mist Village, to cultivate soil for justice in the nearly hopeless Hidden Mist Village. These villains must all be cleared out, not a single one left. Only then can justice suppress the Bloody Mist Policy that breeds sin endlessly.”
Elder Yuanshi’s heart sank.
This young man from Konoha was indeed no ordinary trouble.
The meaning of his words was clearly to forcibly intervene in Hidden Mist Village’s internal affairs.
All blood mist ninjas bred by the Hidden Blood Mist Village were villains in his eyes, deserving death.
He probably wouldn’t limit himself to killing just this “few” in the Hidden Mist Village!
If they truly followed Uchiha Ikeizumi’s words for a massive cleansing.
Elder Yuanshi didn’t dare imagine how many ninjas the Hidden Mist Village could have left.
Could there even be five hundred ninjas left?
Five hundred might even be too optimistic!
“You’re just a Konoha Ninja, what right do you have to meddle in Hidden Mist Village’s affairs!” A Mist Ninja with red eyes gritted his teeth and shouted: “Our Hidden Mist Village doesn’t need any justice at all!”
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