Simultaneous Time Travel: What Villain? I'm the Protagonist!

Mei Terumi stood on the watchtower of the family mansion, her teacup long since cold. Gazing at the distant, overwhelming golden figure, her body trembled slightly.

Is that still skill? No, that's simply a miracle.

Her original plan was meticulously laid out—once Morihito and Yagura had fought to the death, she would lead her forces to clean up the mess and secure her position as Mizukage. Looking back now, that idea seemed utterly ridiculous, like a swarm of ants meticulously planning how to devour a fallen giant elephant.

"My lord, shall we... proceed as planned?" The trusted ninja behind him asked in a low voice, his fear barely concealed.

Mei Terumi remained silent. She simply stared intently at the sky, the shadow cast by those golden wings almost covering half of Kirigakure. Each feather seemed to carry a weight, pressing down on her and suffocating her.

"Pass the message down," she took a deep breath of the cool air, her voice a little dry, "All plans are canceled. We... will not get involved in this war."

"But what if the Feathered Immortal Sect wins? Wouldn't we be—"

"If he loses, it's not too late for us to make our move," Mei Terumi interrupted her confidante, but even she couldn't convince herself of this. She paused, her voice lower, "But right now, whoever makes a move dies. Can't you feel it? That... is simply beyond our capabilities."

Silence fell over the observation tower. Everyone remained silent.

"Keep everyone inside the house, don't let them step outside." Mei Terumi closed her eyes and waved her hand. "This war is no longer something we can interfere with."

In the courtyard of the Elder's residence in the center of Kirigakure.

Master Yuan leaned on his cane, looked up at the sky, and his face, etched with the marks of time, was filled with disbelief.

"What...is that?" he murmured, his voice trembling slightly.

"Elder, intelligence indicates that it is Hoshikage from Hoshigakure in the Land of Bears," an ANBU member reported quickly, kneeling on one knee.

"Elder, news from the front: both the eastern and western fronts have collapsed, and more than half of the defending troops have surrendered." Another member of the secret service appeared, speaking urgently, "Those who surrendered... are all kneeling before that golden giant."

Yuan Shi suddenly felt an urge to die. Perhaps from this day forward, Wuyin would no longer be Wuyin.

Having lived for so long and experienced three Shinobi World Wars, what kind of powerful figures haven't he seen? The strength of Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha is even more terrifying than Sheng Ren's current strength.

But this one before us is more than just strong. That sense of holiness, that charisma that compels thousands to kneel involuntarily, that ability to heal wounds and restore the earth... this has already transcended the realm of ninjas.

"Give the order," Master Yuan finally spoke, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows, "All elder faction ninjas, lay down your weapons and cease resistance."

"Elder?!" The surrounding guards were all stunned.

"This is an order," Master Yuan turned around, his back revealing deep exhaustion. "We lost."

He looked out into the courtyard—through the crack in the door, he could see the villagers of Kirigakure kneeling on the street, and the almost fanatical devotion on their faces.

"The God of Ascension... The God of Ascension..."

The shouts came from afar, starting sporadically but quickly becoming a continuous chorus, like a tide that swept across the entire village.

Master Yuan sighed, leaning on his cane, and slowly made his way back into the house.

The mist has been hidden for a while now.

On the top floor of the Mizukage Building, Yagura, who was being controlled by Black Zetsu, had a face so gloomy it could drip water.

"Damn it... damn it!" He slammed his fist on the window frame, the wood shattering with a crack. "How could he do something like this... what kind of evil magic is this?"

Behind him stood the new Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, who were utterly loyal to him. To be precise, there were six.

Juzo Biwa slung his Executioner's Blade over his shoulder and grinned. "Lord Mizukage, now's not the time to stand around. If we don't act soon, the entire Hidden Mist Village will be kneeling before him."

"I know." Yagura turned around, his crimson eyes sweeping over the six people. "According to the plan, surround and kill that golden giant. Remember, the goal is not to defeat him, but to force him to reveal a weakness."

"A weakness?" Kisame Hoshigaki narrowed his eyes. "An opponent of this caliber, is there really a weakness to speak of?"

"Yes, there will definitely be one," Yagura's voice was as cold and hard as iron. "At the crucial moment, I will use my trump card. Right now, the most important thing is for us to work together to force out a weakness."

The seven people exchanged glances and nodded.

"Then—let's do it!"

Eight figures leaped from the top of the Water Shadow Building, transforming into streaks of light, and rushed straight towards the golden giant statue in the sky.

Yagura rushed to the front, his hands flying: "Water Release: Water Dragon Bite!"

Two ferocious water dragons shot into the sky from the sea, biting at Sheng Ren in a cross pattern. The power of this attack was enough to flatten a small mountain, but when it was about a hundred meters away from Sheng Ren, it was easily blocked by an invisible barrier.

"Didn't work?" Yagura's eyes sharpened. "Then let's try again! Ninja Art: Hidden Mist Technique!"

A thick fog instantly filled the air, obscuring the entire sky. This fog was unusual; it contained chakra and could severely interfere with perception and vision.

"Now!" Yagura shouted.

Seven figures simultaneously emerged from the thick fog, launching fatal attacks from seven directions.

The Executioner's Blade slashed down with a whooshing sound; the Lightning Blade Fang was wrapped in blinding lightning; the Long Sword Needle stabbed towards vital points like a venomous snake; the Blunt Sword Kabuto Slash slammed into the head; the Exploding Blade Spray ignited countless sparks from the exploding tags; the Twin Swords Hiramekarei exploded into a burst of violent chakra; the Great Sword Samehada unleashed gusts of wind.

Seven ninja swords, seven deadly techniques, descended simultaneously.

Sheng Ren didn't even turn around.

He simply flapped the golden wings on his back.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding—

Seven crisp sounds of impact rang out almost simultaneously. All seven ninja swords were deflected, unable even to leave a white mark on Sheng Ren's body.

"What?!" the seven exclaimed in unison.

Yagura's pupils contracted sharply. He had anticipated that the attack might be ineffective, but he hadn't expected it to be so easy.

"That's it?" Sheng Ren finally spoke, his voice booming like a bell, echoing throughout the world. "The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist... their reputation is certainly impressive."

He slowly turned around, his golden eyes sweeping over the eight people, including Yagura: "If this is all you've got, then this show should end here."

Sheng Ren raised his right hand, palm facing upward. Golden light began to gather, forming a slowly rotating sphere of light.

"Immortal Technique - Vacuum Yin Yang - Great Sun Wheel".

The sphere of light suddenly exploded, transforming into countless golden flying wheels that poured down like a torrential rain. Each flying wheel carried terrifying cutting power, and wherever it passed, even space itself rippled slightly.

"Hold on!" Yagura roared.

The eight instantly unleashed their full power, constructing layers of defensive ninjutsu: water walls, lightning shields, earthen walls... But those golden flying wheels were like hot knives cutting into butter, slicing through all the barriers with ease.

hiss hiss hiss—

Blood blossoms bloomed in mid-air.

With a single strike, the six Ninja Swordsmen were severely injured and routed, completely losing their fighting ability.

"Impossible..." Juzo Biwa stared at the guillotine in his hand, spiderweb-like cracks spreading across its blade, as if it would shatter completely at any moment.

Only Kisame Hoshigaki, who appeared disheveled, was actually the least injured; the halo seemed to possess a spirit and avoided him.

Yagura's face was extremely grim. He knew Sheng Renqiang was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong. Even the combined attack of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist couldn't make him take the attack seriously.

"It seems... I have no choice but to use that last move." Yagura gritted his teeth and began to form an extremely complex hand seal.

"Mother, protect me!" The Black Zetsu in the shadows decided to fight to the death.

Just as the incantation was halfway through, an unexpected change occurred.

A knife pierced Yagura's chest from behind.

The blade is wide and covered with barbs—it's sharkskin.

Yagura froze. He slowly lowered his head, staring at the tip of the blade protruding from his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Oni... Shark..."

Kisame Hoshigaki expressionlessly pulled out Samehada, blood gushing out. Yagura's body began to fall, but before hitting the ground, a dark, viscous substance suddenly spurted out of the wound and rushed towards the ground.

"Trying to escape? Immortal Technique: Vacuum Yin Yang: Dark Prison of the Yin Moon"

The moment Sheng Ren's voice rang out, a flash of golden light appeared, and he was already in front of the black substance. His right hand clenched, and silver-moon-colored runes appeared out of thin air, weaving into a cage that tightly trapped the substance.

"Gotcha, Black Zetsu."

Inside the cage, Black Zetsu struggled frantically, but the silver moon runes were like red-hot irons, searing it until it let out a shrill scream.

"No—! How could you have found me! I clearly am..."

"The embodiment of Kaguya Otsutsuki's will, is it?" Sheng Ren said in a voice only he and Black Zetsu could hear. "Too bad, it's useless!"

"How...how did you know?" Black Zetsu's voice suddenly became shrill, as if someone had grabbed him by the throat. "Who are you?!"

Instead of answering Black Zetsu's question, Sheng Ren asked, "Where's Obito? Why didn't he come? Is he seriously injured?"

Shengren was on guard against Obito's sneak attack, but no matter how he sensed it, he still couldn't detect Obito's presence, and Obito had no way to hide from Shengren.

After the great battle between Konoha and Obito, Obito was caught off guard and seriously injured, but he still managed to escape using his space-time ninjutsu.

Is Shisui really that powerful? After all, only Shisui's Kotoamatsukami is powerful enough to kill Obito. It seems that something extraordinary happened while he was weaving a dream for Kirigakure.

"Obito," Black Zetsu suddenly laughed, "you'll never find him, because even I don't know where he is. But if we cooperate, he'll have nowhere to hide."

Sheng Ren ignored Hei Jue and placed his left hand on the cage. The runes suddenly contracted, tightly imprisoning Hei Jue.

"No—! Mother—!!" Black Zetsu let out a final wail before falling silent.

The golden cage shrank into a fist-sized sphere of light, falling into Sheng Ren's palm. Inside the sphere, Black Zetsu, like the remains of an insect in amber, was sealed forever. Compared to Obito, Black Zetsu was far more dangerous.

The battle is over.

From the moment the Seven Ninja Swordsmen made their move to the moment Black Zetsu was sealed, only three minutes passed.

Pipa Juzo and the others stared blankly at all of this, their fighting spirit completely dissipated. How could they possibly fight?

"Lay down your weapons and surrender, or you will be spared." Sheng Ren's voice echoed across the battlefield.

Ding-dong—

Juzo Biwa was the first to throw away the guillotine. Immediately afterward, the other five also released their grip.

The fog has lifted, and we have fallen into its clutches.

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Two hours later, in the central square of Kirigakure Village.

Sheng Ren returned to his normal size, and his golden wings had been retracted. Yet, standing there, he was still as dazzling as a god descending to earth.

The square was filled with kneeling Kirigakure ninjas and civilians, each with eyes brimming with awe and almost pious fervor.

"From this day forward, Wuyin Village is under the jurisdiction of the Yuhua Immortal Sect." Sheng Ren's voice clearly reached everyone's ears. "The Blood Mist Village policy is hereby abolished. All those imprisoned for political persecution are to be released immediately. All families that have been purged are to have their reputations restored."

Suppressed cheers erupted from the crowd. Many Hidden Mist ninja burst into tears on the spot—they had waited far too long for this day.

"However," Sheng Ren changed the subject, "Kigakure still needs a Mizukage to manage its daily affairs."

All eyes turned to Mei Terumi at the edge of the plaza. The female ninja, who had intended to reap the benefits, was now deathly pale. Under Shengren's gaze, she needed immense courage even to raise her head.

"Mei Terumi," Shengren said, "from this day forward, you will be the Fifth Mizukage of Kirigakure."

Terumi Mei trembled. She raised her head and looked at Sheng Ren with a complicated and indescribable expression.

This position was what she had always dreamed of, but at this moment, she felt no joy whatsoever. Because she knew better than anyone that she was merely a puppet. The one truly in control was this thirteen-year-old boy before her.

"I...accept." Mei Terumi knelt on one knee, her voice hoarse.