The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 259 The Journey to Unification, Slaughter of the Hidden Mist Village

Black Zetsu's jet-black body twisted slightly, and imperceptible ripples appeared in his bronze-yellow pupils, revealing his inner anxiety.

But compared to the feigned composure of Obito Uchiha, this anxiety was perfectly hidden in the shadows.

He absolutely cannot let Obito notice anything unusual at this crucial juncture.

Before being sealed away by her two sons, Kaguya Otsutsuki, the progenitor of chakra, created Black Zetsu using her will and body.

The purpose is to use it to revive himself.

To achieve this goal, Black Zetsu underwent a long period of planning and preparation.

He first divided his master's eldest son, 'Otsutsuki Hagoromo,' who is also known as the 'Sage of Six Paths' in later generations, into the Senju clan and the Uchiha clan.

They instigated conflict in the ninja world and gradually manipulated the course of the world.

Later, by altering the contents of the Uchiha clan's monument, he made Madara Uchiha believe that only by activating the Infinite Tsukuyomi could the Uchiha clan be revived, thus guiding Madara towards the path he desired.

Madara Uchiha survived his battle with Hashirama Senju using Izanagi and obtained the latter's cells, successfully awakening the Rinnegan. All of this was part of Black Zetsu's plan.

Madara then successfully summoned the Gedo Mazo and cultivated White Zetsu.

Black Zetsu, on the other hand, disguised himself as a product of Madara Uchiha's will, prompting Madara to find Obito Uchiha as his successor.

After Madara's death, Obito inherited his name and continued to implement his plan, using the Akatsuki organization to collect the Tailed Beasts in order to meet the conditions for activating Infinite Tsukuyomi and resurrecting Kaguya.

All of this was orchestrated by Black Zetsu behind the scenes.

It can be said that this whole affair in the ninja world is based on Black Zetsu's search for his mother.

In Black Zetsu's mind, anyone can die, even himself, but the Eye of the Moon Project must not stop!
This is the sole meaning of his birth.

"Actually, there is another way to gather the chakra of all nine tailed beasts," Black Zetsu suddenly said, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a seductive quality.

"Oh?" Obito Uchiha raised his head slightly, a crimson light flashing in his eyes beneath the mask. "What method?"

"Those Jinchuriki who died," Black Zetsu said slowly, his dark body twitching slightly as if he were considering his words.

"Although the tailed beasts inside them have been removed, there will still be some residue. As long as they are summoned by the Impure World Reincarnation, the remaining tailed beast chakra can be extracted. Although it is not much, it is barely usable."

Upon hearing this, Obito Uchiha remained silent for a moment, the red light of his Sharingan flickering slightly in the holes of his mask, as if he were weighing the feasibility of the proposal.

“However, the biggest problem now is not the tailed beast chakra, but the Rinnegan.” Black Zetsu continued, his voice carrying a faint sense of urgency: “Without the Gedo Mazo as a vessel, even if we gather all the tailed beast chakra, it will be of no use.”

Upon hearing this, Obito Uchiha slowly turned his gaze toward Konoha, his expression behind the mask inscrutable.

It's unclear how Nagato regained his vitality, but given his current physical condition, it won't be easy for him to forcibly seize the Rinnegan.

What's more, there's an even more troublesome guy next to him.

“It seems,” Obito murmured, a hint of coldness in his voice, “that we need to consider this carefully.”

Black Zetsu didn't reply, and the two slowly disappeared into the ground.

What the two will plot next remains unknown.

A few days later, Nagato, leading forces from both Amegakure and Konoha, officially embarked on his journey to unify the ninja world.

During these days, Nagato and Hashirama Senju sat and discussed matters, but no one knows what they actually talked about.

From the Hokage's office, heated debates could be heard intermittently, followed by silence, as if the two had reached some kind of subtle consensus.

Finally, on the eve of the army's departure, this ninja god voluntarily dispelled the Impure World Reincarnation, turning into countless pieces of paper that dissipated in the wind, leaving only a profound sigh.

Led by Nagato, the army swept across the entire ninja world like a whirlwind.

The Sand Village of the Land of Wind was the first to fall. Faced with the overwhelming power of Pain's Six Paths, the leaderless Sand Ninjas couldn't even muster the courage to resist and could only silently raise their hands in surrender.

The Hidden Stone Village in the Land of Earth offered some resistance, but after witnessing the godlike power of Planetary Devastation, Onoki's successors wisely chose to submit.

Only the Hidden Cloud Village in the Land of Lightning put up the fiercest resistance, with the entire village mobilized as soldiers and each one fearless of death, launching a near-mad counterattack.

Ultimately, the entire Hidden Cloud Village was almost razed to the ground by the combined efforts of Pain and Qin Ye, with 90% of the village's ninjas killed or wounded.

Although we didn't manage to recruit Kumogakure, it doesn't matter anymore.

From this day forward, Kumogakure (Hidden Cloud Village) can be removed from the ninja world.

It's not fair to blame these major powers for being powerless to resist.

The high-end combat forces of their villages had long been wiped out by Qin Ye, and the mid-to-low-level combat forces were simply no match for Pain's Six Paths, and were nothing more than tools to provide Qin Ye with buffs.

The two sides are not even in the same league in terms of combat strength.

Seeing this, the other smaller countries all sent envoys to surrender.

In an instant, the resistance forces on the ninja world map melted away like ice and snow, and the allied forces of various countries marched in a mighty force toward the last remaining land of water.

Upon hearing the news, Terumi Mei's face broke into wrinkles.

She immediately organized all the fighting forces of Kirigakure, but the morale of the village's ninjas was extremely low, and they saw no hope of victory.

At this moment, the heavy atmosphere inside the council chamber of the Water Shadow Building was almost freezing.

All the high-ranking officials of Kirigakure gathered here, and a gloomy look hung over everyone's face.

Mei Terumi sat upright in the main seat, her slender fingers gently tapping the table, her emerald green eyes flashing with a struggling light.

She took a deep breath, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was low and heavy: "Gentlemen, you have all seen the current situation. To fight or to surrender?"

After a moment of silence, the captain of the Hidden Mist Division broke the silence first.

The usually taciturn man slowly raised his head, his voice beneath the mask devoid of any emotion: "I suggest surrendering. I don't need to elaborate on what will become of Yunyin."

His gaze swept over everyone present, as if reminding them of the horror of death.

"Hmph!" Qing, who was standing to the side, slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, his single eye under the eyepatch flashing with angry light: "Even if we live on in disgrace, Wuyin is only a name! What's the point of living like this?"

The captain of the Dark Division slowly turned around, his eyes beneath the mask calmly fixed on Qing:
"To live is to have meaning."

After saying that, he fell silent, retreating into the shadows like a statue, ignoring Qing's disdain as if it were nothing.

While the others were still arguing, the shadow in the corner suddenly began to wriggle eerily.

The first to notice something amiss was the captain of the Dark Division. Almost instinctively, he drew his short sword from his back, his muscles tensing instantly as he stared intently at the unnatural darkness.

Everyone who saw him looking like that followed his gaze.

Then a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

When that familiar face fully appeared, Mei Terumi's pupils contracted sharply, and she gasped in shock:

"It's you!" In an instant, the entire council hall was thrown into chaos. The high-ranking officials retreated hastily, scattering in a comical circle around the corner.

Some people had already formed hand seals but hesitated to make a move, while others subconsciously took out ninja tools but then stopped their actions in fear.

Like a group of frightened wild beasts, they wanted to pounce and tear each other apart, but were pinned to the spot by fear, creating a ridiculous and pathetic scene.

Qin Ye's deep gaze swept across the entire arena like a blade, finally settling on the graceful figure in the center.

His eyes remained completely still, as if he were scrutinizing a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

"Ultimatum: Surrender or die?"

Upon hearing this, the entire council chamber fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The previously clamoring pro-war faction seemed to have been silenced, and even the most radical Qing was pale, sweat beading on his forehead, and his lips trembled but he couldn't utter a single word.

In this suffocating silence, only Mei Terumi stood up straight.

She took a deep breath, stepped forward, her high chest rising and falling slightly with her breath, and tried her best to keep her voice calm:

"Our Hidden Mist Village is isolated overseas and has historically had little contact with other countries. Even during wartime, we have maintained neutrality and will not have any impact on your Akatsuki's grand plans, so..."

Zheng——

A sharp metallic scraping sound abruptly interrupted Mei Terumi's words.

Qin Ye slowly drew Thousand Blades, the hum of the blade slicing through the sheath seeming to rub against everyone's hearts.

"Stop with the unnecessary nonsense, just answer me with one word." He flicked his wrist, the blade reflecting a chilling glint in the lamplight: "Surrender or die."

This blatant threat made everyone present turn extremely pale.

Being cornered at home and interrogated about life and death is truly outrageous.

"Then you should give us time to discuss it," Qing said, her face flushed red, finally managing to squeeze out the words through gritted teeth.

However, before he could finish speaking, a blindingly cold light struck his crown like lightning.

The room wasn't big to begin with, and with so many people gathered there, there was practically no space to move around.

Qing had already retreated to the wall because of the malicious appearance of her relatives. Now, facing this sudden knife attack, she had no way to avoid it or retreat.

And given his abilities, he didn't have any good way to withstand this blow.

Just as Qing was about to die on the spot, the dark guerrilla captain who had previously disagreed with him suddenly stepped forward, wielding his short knife to meet the blow.

when!
The ear-piercing clanging of metal echoed throughout the room.

The dark force captain felt his tiger's mouth explode, and an overwhelming force came from the blade. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, and only managed to stop his retreat by crashing heavily into Qing.

Beneath the mask, his pupils contracted sharply.

He had heard many rumors and knew clearly that the other party was very powerful and that he could not possibly be a match for him.

But no one expected that he would have such difficulty even catching a single blow from his opponent.

Before he could catch his breath, he felt a gust of wind hit his face. The dark squad leader immediately raised his short sword, but it was pressed down by a tremendous force. The sharp blade cut through his shoulder blade, and a burst of blood erupted.

Before the excruciating pain could reach his brain, a heart-wrenching, agonizing pain shot through his abdomen, causing his body to curl up uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, the long sword pressing against his shoulder blade, accompanied by a bluish-white vortex, quickly circled his neck once, and then with a gentle pull, a complete head rolled off, the gushing blood staining the ceiling a dazzling scarlet.

The whole process takes only a moment.

Mei Terumi's voice finally stopped them as the head rolled to the ground with a 'thud'.
"Stop! We can talk!"

However, Qin Ye seemed not to hear, kicked the headless corpse in front of him away, and then flashed to Qing's side.

In his futile resistance, he grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

"Melt Escape, the art of melting monsters!"

Mei Terumi's sharp shout rang out behind him, and a viscous and highly corrosive acid liquid pressed down on Qin Ye's head.

However, Qin Ye seemed oblivious, not even lifting an eyelid.

The long sword in his hand continued to fall without any pause, the blade piercing Qing's temple from right to left, the sharp edge cruelly churning inside his skull before finally exiting from the other temple.

Ao's pupils suddenly dilated, and his lips moved unconsciously. This battle-hardened Kirigakure Jonin could never understand why he would die so miserably in his own Mizukage building because of a single sentence.

"asshole!"

Mei Terumi's angry roar, accompanied by viscous acid, landed on Qin Ye's head.

However, it was completely blocked by a substantial mass of scarlet blood energy.

A hissing, corrosive sound rang out, and then, under the surging crimson blood aura, the acid was completely neutralized.

"I said, surrender or die, why are there always people who can't understand human language?"

Qin Ye slowly turned around, the blood dripping from the tip of his knife drawing a scarlet trail on the floor.

His eerie, pinkish-purple eyes swept over the silent crowd, his voice carrying a chilling edge.

Mei Terumi stood trembling in place, her emerald green eyes burning with boundless rage.

She stared intently at Qin Ye, practically spitting out each word through gritted teeth: "There was originally room for negotiation, but now, even if Wuyin fights to the last man, we will never bow down to you!"

"Just to my liking."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Ye's figure suddenly blurred.

The next second, the entire council hall transformed into a bloody battlefield, with flashes of swords and screams echoing everywhere.

When all was silent, the thick, pungent smell of blood almost solidified into a tangible substance.

The entire room had become a living hell, with mutilated limbs scattered everywhere, sticky internal organs covering the floor, and blood pooling into dark red streams that slowly flowed into low-lying areas.

At this moment, only two figures remain in this blood-red room.

Qin Ye stood amidst the corpses, holding the Thousand Blades stained crimson. The cracks on the blade resembled blood vessels, constantly flowing with viscous blood.

Before him stood Mei Terumi, swaying precariously; the once alluring Mizukage was now in a sorry state.

His long, smooth, reddish-brown hair was disheveled and sticky on his skin, and his whole body was covered in blood.

The fair skin was covered with deep wounds that revealed the bone, and the white flesh that rolled up to the sides was tinged with a faint scarlet.

It unexpectedly possesses a poignant beauty.

(End of this chapter)