klisemfg Chapter 929 The Third Generation Kazekage
Chapter 929 The Third Generation Kazekage
"Third Kazekage, are you sure this is for the future of the village?" Rasa asked in a low voice, his voice filled with disbelief.
The Third Kazekage stood by the window, his back to him, gazing at the blood-red sky outside, seemingly offering no direct response. His silence was so profound, as if all his thoughts had transcended this chaotic battlefield.
Finally, the Third Kazekage turned around, a cold glint in his eyes: "For the survival of Konoha, sacrifice is worthwhile, Rasa." His words were as sharp as blades, striking Rasa's heart. "You are still young and cannot understand what true responsibility is. The position of Kazekage is not only a symbol of power, but also the loneliness of a decision-maker. All ninjas who know the truth must be eliminated completely; not a single leak can be made. We cannot allow any information to be leaked." His voice was calm and firm, without the slightest wavering.
Rasa felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, making it hard to breathe. He couldn't understand or accept any of this. This Kazekage, whom he once thought was worthy of admiration, could so readily eliminate those ninjas who had also dedicated themselves to Konoha for the sake of the village's future. "You're going to kill our own ninjas?" Rasa asked, almost incoherently, his eyes filled with shock and incomprehension.
A flicker of disdain crossed the Third Kazekage's eyes, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "You're too young, Rasa. The meaning of sacrifice isn't about the individual, but about the greater good. In my view, any sacrifice is worthwhile for the survival of the village. You can't understand this necessary ruthlessness." With that, he turned away from Rasa, as if he had made the wisest decision.
Rasa's heart was heavy, almost unbearable; he could feel his own soul crumbling. He couldn't accept or understand any of this. In his ideal world, the Kazekage should be a beacon protecting the village and guiding the ninjas, not a cold-blooded decision-maker who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He clenched his fists, his intense inner turmoil rendering him almost incapable of responding.
“But… we are ninjas, we fight for Konoha, we live for the village!” Rasa finally couldn’t hold back anymore. “I once believed in this position, believed in our mission. I don’t believe that we can abandon our humanity just to save a village!”
The Third Kazekage did not turn around. His voice was low and ruthless: "Humanity? Rasa, you must understand. A true ninja is no longer a simple human being. We bear the future of the village on our shoulders. Every decision we make is for the sake of the village." His voice was filled with determination. "You will understand. Time will make you understand, Rasa."
Rasa shuddered, a chill running through him. The Third Kazekage's resolve was so unwavering; it seemed he cared nothing for the opinions of others, not even for the trust among ninjas. The survival of Konoha seemed to be the center of everything.
Just as Rasa was stunned, hurried footsteps and loud fighting sounds suddenly broke the oppressive silence outside. The Third Kazekage raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. "Continue."
Luo Sha knew that he had already made up his mind, but at this moment, he still didn't have the courage to express it. Silence spread between the two of them, and an unspeakable heaviness filled the air.
Meanwhile, the battle between Zhang Hai and Tobirama Senju was raging on another battlefield. On this smoke-filled battlefield, Zhang Hai gradually grasped the true essence of sword control. His swordsmanship continuously improved with each battle, his blade flashing like a meteor, each swing carrying a powerful spiritual vibration.
"The art of swordsmanship truly is an art," Zhang Hai murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. His blade left deep wounds on his enemies, each strike a reflection of his own state of mind—fearless and resolute. He knew he was no longer merely a user of the sword; he had entered the realm of swordsmanship as an art.
Tobirama Senju's swordsmanship complemented Zhang Hai's perfectly. Although Zhang Hai primarily provided support, every swing was precise, striking the enemy's weak points. "The stronger you are, the easier the battle will be," Tobirama Senju smiled, his tone relaxed.
"Of course." Zhang Hai smiled unconsciously, feeling somewhat relaxed. Even the madness and bloodshed of this battlefield hadn't made him lose his mind.
As the blades danced, enemies were felled one by one by Zhang Hai and Tobirama's combined efforts, but he knew this was only the beginning. He constantly learned from his battles, adjusting his swordsmanship, trying to find his own path in this sea of blood.
“Every sword technique has its own significance.” Zhang Hai silently reflected in his heart, “Sword breaking technique, sword wielding technique, sword drawing technique… every sword technique has its unique features. What I need to do is to integrate them and achieve true sword control.”
Meanwhile, Tobirama Senju's swordsmanship appeared even more elegant and composed. Every move and stance was like a flowing art, unhurried and calm, showcasing the beauty of swordsmanship.
“Sometimes you can see the true meaning of what you’re pursuing,” Tobirama Senju said casually.
"You too." Zhang Hai smiled slightly, his heart filled with respect for this former master of swordsmanship.
Zhang Hai stood atop a high cliff, gazing at the surging battlefield below. A fierce wind billowed his cloak, and a purple poisonous mist slowly spread around him. It was the result of his collaboration with Scorpion—a new type of poison gas that far surpassed any of his previous designs. At this moment, this gas, combined with the biological weapon in his hands, was inflicting relentless devastation on the allied forces. The poisonous creatures were rapidly evolving, their sizes constantly changing, their attacks becoming increasingly ferocious, and they even began to fly through the air, swooping down on their enemies like bloodthirsty beasts.
“At this rate, they have no chance at all.” Zhang Hai sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes. His mentality had completely cooled down; any emotions or hesitation he once had had vanished in countless battles and experiments.
The battle has entered a new phase. The allied forces' formation was initially solid, but as Zhang Hai's poison intensified, their defenses crumbled. The purple poison gas spread wider and wider, rapidly engulfing the entire battlefield. It was highly corrosive; anyone who came into contact with it was quickly eroded. Some ninjas, after inhaling the gas, could only let out a brief scream before collapsing, their internal organs gradually dissolving and disintegrating.