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Chapter 625 The Grandest Welcome
Countless high-ranking members of the Hidden Mist Village, still dreaming of the future, died under the bone blades of their own people before they even had a chance to sound the alarm.
A piercing scream shattered the tranquility of Kirigakure.
"Go! Yagura-sama! Terumi Mei-sama!"
Under the towering flames, several of Yagura's trusted guards formed a trembling human wall with their flesh and blood, desperately resisting the surging tide of Kaguya's clan.
They are all elites of the Hidden Mist.
But at this moment, in the face of these madmen whose eyes are filled only with madness, whose bodies are armed with bones, and who are willing to trade their lives for others, their ninjutsu seems so powerless.
Just as a guard's Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet had knocked two enemies off balance, a pale white bone spur suddenly pierced through his chest without warning.
The tip of the bone spur was shrouded in a cloud of scalding blood.
He looked down in disbelief at his own body, then fell straight down.
"Let's use the secret passage!"
Mei Terumi grabbed Yagura Karatachi, who was still looking back. Her emerald green eyes, which always held a charming smile, were now filled with anxiety and determination.
Yagura turned back.
In the firelight, he saw his former comrades-in-arms fall one by one, torn apart by the grotesque bone blades.
On his youthful, innocent face, the stitched scar under his left eye looked like a centipede that had come to life, writhing violently.
His small fist was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Just as the last guard was pierced by three bone spears and pinned to the wall, the two disappeared into the dark secret passage deep inside the office.
In the dark and damp passageway, only their rapid, hoarse breathing could be heard.
And my heart was pounding like a drum.
Everything they once knew, controlled, and trusted... was completely overturned on this night.
street fighting.
Chase down.
betray.
The flames engulfed the streets, and they also devoured people's hearts.
Their loyal followers were either slaughtered in the first wave of attacks or scattered and hunted down one by one in the labyrinthine villages.
The two struggled left and right, only to be horrified to find themselves trapped in a desperate situation with no one to help.
Kaguya Honebami's goal is to completely destroy all will to resist.
To this end, he resorted to the most ruthless methods.
A dozen or so moderate high-ranking officials who advocated peaceful coexistence with Konoha and were captured in the raid were dragged like dead dogs to the square in the center of the village.
Under the horrified or numb gazes of all the survivors, Kaguya Honebami spread her arms wide, like a demon king enjoying a festival, her face filled with a morbid fanaticism.
"Corpse Bone Pulse - Ten Fingers Pierced by Bullets!"
He grinned maliciously, and the bone spurs from his ten fingers shot out like bullets.
puff!puff!puff!
The bone spurs didn't aim for vital organs, but instead precisely pierced through the joints of the prisoners' limbs, shoulder blades, and calves.
This is not for the purpose of torture and killing.
This is to create the most extreme pain, the longest fear, and the most heart-wrenching wails.
"Aaaaaahh ...
A piercing, distorted scream echoed across the plaza. The horrific scene plunged all the Hidden Mist ninjas who still harbored a sliver of hope into utter despair.
……
"Cough...cough cough cough..."
In an abandoned underground sewer, Yagura Karatachi leaned against the slippery rock wall and coughed violently.
Each cough aggravated his broken ribs, causing his prematurely aged face to contort in pain.
Mei Terumi's situation isn't much better.
Her beautiful light blue kimono was now tattered and stained with mud and blood. On her fair arm, a deep wound that exposed bone was oozing blood, and a faint green light emanated from her palm, indicating that she was using her remaining chakra to barely treat the wound.
They gave almost everything to reach this most fortified refuge, secretly built by Elder Yuan.
"We...are surrounded."
Mei Terumi's voice was a little hoarse.
She gently pressed her still-intact hand against the rock face above her head and closed her eyes.
The subtle vibrations emanating from the rock wall clearly told her that at least thirty Kaguya clan members had already located this place.
This is not a shelter.
This is a prison.
It was prepared for them, a final stronghold to trap them like turtles in a jar.
Outside the shelter, the firelight had turned the entire sky orange-red.
Kaguya Honebami stepped over the rubble and the corpses of her comrades, climbing step by step to the top of the Mizukage Building, the place that once symbolized the highest power in Kirigakure.
The wind whipped his disheveled gray hair, and behind him rose raging flames and billowing black smoke that pierced the sky.
Beneath his feet lay a village woven from wails and death.
He opened his arms as if to embrace the destruction and rebirth he had created with his own hands.
He raised his head and roared at the steel behemoth in the distant harbor, silent as a mountain amidst the flames, a roar that shook the entire night sky.
"This! This is the true welcoming ceremony of Kirigakure!!"
The roar, mixed with the crackling of the flames, echoed clearly across the fire-lit sea, reaching every corner of the Konoha flagship.
on the deck.
Hozuki Shiori's face was drained of color. She gripped her brother's arm tightly, and her once wild and energetic purple eyes were now empty and filled with fear.
"Brother...the village...the village..."
She was rambling incoherently.
Everything before her eyes burned her newly formed beautiful fantasies about food and a new life to ashes.
Hozuki Kaigetsu's face was ashen as he stared intently at the sea of fire.
The scroll of the revitalization plan that he cherished and held in his hands had been deformed by his grip at some point, and the edges of the scroll were even torn by his fingernails.
The modern ports, tidal power stations, and bustling commercial streets depicted therein appear so pale and laughable in the face of the raging flames of reality.
Uchiha Shisui and twenty Anbu members have all arrived.
They stood like twenty-one silent statues, scattered along the ship's sides, their cold masks reflecting an ominous light in the firelight.
Beneath the mask lies a sharp blade ready to be drawn at any moment, and a boiling murderous intent.
All eyes were focused on the cabin door.
The man walked out slowly.
Hiruzen Sarutobi.