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Chapter 295 Orochimaru's Hesitation

"Lord Mizukage, in that case we will be standing against all the Hidden Mist Ninja clans."

Although Chojuro appears simple and honest, he is actually very quick-witted.

Otherwise, he could not have become the Sixth Mizukage, who was originally destined by fate, and possessed an extremely strong political mind.

I understand very well.

If they carry out Mei Terumi's orders, they will be hated by all the ninja clans.

They were even treated as enemies.

The assassinations, poisonings, and assassinations were more severe than during the Blood Mist period when the fourth generation of rulers were in power.

Countless ninja clans wished they could skin the two alive and tear them apart, to serve as a warning to all new ninjas who wanted to establish an empire.

"Don't you find it strange?"

Mei Terumi asked with a deep gaze, "Whether it's the Arad Continent, the ruins of the starting village, or the otherworld behind various game abilities."

"It is rare to see a powerful superhuman working for a weak, ordinary person who has no ability whatsoever and is so frail that even a slightly trained genin could kill him."

The weak, ordinary people refer to the highest ruler of the country, the daimyo.

this time,

The honest man was puzzled and said, "Aren't ninjas born for fighting and killing? The daimyo and the country provide us with food and funds, and we are responsible for fighting for the daimyo."

This has been a consensus for hundreds or thousands of years: when ninjas appeared, they were mercenaries recruited by daimyo to invade other countries' territories.

Few people can think outside the box of a ninja's mindset.

"That's right, that's the consensus in the ninja world."

Mei Terumi nodded, then changed the subject, saying, "In other words, according to this logic, as long as ninjas exist, the ninja world is destined to be peaceful, and we will fight each other generation after generation."

Ninjas are born for killing, and the continuous emergence of ninjas means a continuous killing.

"this"

Chojuro was speechless.

Whether commoners or ninjas, nobles or daimyo, everyone in the ninja world has thought about peace.

Some people, like Yahiko and Jiraiya, are determined to pursue it.

Some people have already given up.

"I racked my brains, constantly flipping through those complicated and tedious books that did not help my strength in the slightest."

Mei Terumi's gaze remained calm as she said, "In the end, I've come to my own conclusion."

"There is no ninja world, and ninjas should not exist. These are all wrong ideas."

The voice was flat.

Chojuro listened with a pounding heart.

Has Lord Mizukage gone insane from practicing the secret techniques of the Explosive Flame Mage?

However, a sliver of curiosity still compelled him to ask, "Are you saying that the current flaws in the ninja world shouldn't exist?"

"That's right."

Mei Terumi's voice was crisp and clear, reaching his ears clearly as she said, "I have read most of the national histories within the ruins."

"Those countries all developed step by step from tribes to villages, and then to ethnic groups and nations, through a long process of development."

"But in our ninja world, there is only slaughter."

The ninja world is like a group of children, who should experience a childhood filled with bumps and bruises, but none that are fatal, accumulating enough experience and wisdom along the way.

Then, when they reach adulthood, they begin to explore the meaning of peace.

Disputes and conflicts, bloodshed and death are not to be feared. With sufficient wisdom, there will eventually be victors to change the status quo.

but now,

These children, still innocent and ignorant, possessed powerful chakra, skipping the age of accumulating experience, and began fighting each other.

Children are constantly dying.

There are always victors, but they lack the wisdom and experience to change everything.

New, strong children will still emerge to replace the aging victors.

They're just children.

This shouldn't be done.

Having read countless books, Mei Terumi believes that the entire ninja world is a mistake.

Whether it's the Will of Fire or the Will of Stone, the world should not be ruled by childlike wisdom.

Orochimaru's Fire Empire was ruthless.

However, it allowed Mei Terumi to see something different, something that would break the mold of the ninja world.

She didn't want things to continue like this.

So, risking the hatred of all the ninja clans in Kirigakure, she wanted to create a new future for those who were loyal to her.

"Would you be willing to fight alongside me, Chojuro?"

Say everything that's on your mind.

Mei Terumi removed her Mizukage hat, revealing her stunningly beautiful face.

He stretched out his hand and looked at Chojuro with great seriousness.

The always shy Chojuro,

Instead of blushing and feeling her heart race as before, she thought about it very seriously for a long time.

Finally, instead of extending his hand, he knelt down and said, "You have always been the senior I respect the most."

"I am willing to pledge my loyalty to you because when the village was in its most perilous state and everyone else stood by and did nothing, you were willing to risk your life to restore the beleaguered Kirigakure and allow the majority of people to survive."

"As long as your ambition remains unchanged, I and the flounder in your hand will always be the sharpest blade in your hands."

The honest and simple-minded Chojuro, whose appearance was gradually becoming somewhat rough, gave a resolute answer.

Mei Terumi's gaze was surprised.

I never expected that the usually shy Chojuro would say such a thing.

Instead of directly opposing or swearing allegiance to themselves, did they simply reveal their intention to protect civilians and villages?

"Is this your will? Admirable!"

Terumi Mei was generous with her praise.

I used to worry that Chojuro was weak-willed, but now I've changed my mind.

The younger generation of Kirigakure is equally impressive and has already begun to show their talent.

and,

Terumi's gaze turned dangerous as she thought of Chojuro's nickname.

Even the temperature inside the room suddenly rose.

Chojuro couldn't help but wipe his sweat, feeling nervous inside.

"Do you call me 'senpai' because you think I'm old, you bastard Chojuro?"

Boom!

Thick, deep blue lightning, resembling the ocean, continuously struck the dragon race's territory.

The magnificent Dragon Palace has long since been reduced to ruins.

"Intruder, accept the funeral of lightning!"

The dragonkin leader, Lucas, raised the fallen artifact, the thunder fork he gripped tightly.

Lightning surged and roared.

Orochimaru's transformed Necromancer was charred black by lightning, with residual lightning still crawling on its scales.

Paralysis.

This caused his mobility to become sluggish.

The array that could enhance necromancy had long been destroyed by waves of lightning.

"As expected, trying to hunt a second-tier lord alone is still too much of a stretch."

Orochimaru was panting heavily.

The snake's tail curled up a bottle of energy-restoring potion, which it swallowed whole, glass bottle, to replenish its nearly depleted energy.

Necromancer Serpent is his strongest form.

It was promoted to a second-tier skill by the [Skill Rank Scroll].

Both the hardness of its body and the necromantic runes covering its scales far surpass those of the former White Scale Serpent.

He had witnessed the power of the Nine-Tails' outburst.

Even the monsters capable of destroying the world would be whipped away by a single lash of its tail before its own serpentine body.

Now, however, they have been beaten so badly by the leader of the dragon people.

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Orochimaru stared coldly at the dragon leader.

Even Lucas, who had killed countless adventurers and invaders, felt a chill run down his spine from that look.

"I've already smashed the strange snake's body, and my lightning has neutralized its necromancy, so why do I still sense danger?"

A chill ran through Lucas.

Anger followed immediately; he had actually been frightened by a first-tier ant, and lightning struck down instantly.

Crack!

This time, Orochimaru did not dodge, and the Death Serpent took the full force of the lightning.

The snake's body unfurled, releasing a jet-black aura of the dead, and even the necromantic runes on its scales began to fade.

"Shall we take action?"

Orochimaru's eyes flashed with a cold light, hesitant.

He still has a trump card up his sleeve.

That is to discard all the undead that have been painstakingly cultivated and infuse them into the Necromancer Serpent, thereby instantly gaining immense power.

Even Lucas didn't notice.

Its back, covered in blue dragon scales, was crawling with gray-black, earthworm-like undead snakes.

It can be twisted into undead chains at any time to bind it!

(End of this chapter)