Konoha's Clow Magician

The night is getting thicker, and the fog mist covers this village surrounded by mountains. The shadows on the courtyard walls and eaves are longing. In the houses and between the houses, the lights and candles have long been extinguished, and the smoke of the foggyin village seems to have arrived. The night became cold and silent.

Suddenly, there was a rush of panicked steps in the mist.

Terumi, who was wearing dark night clothes, was standing on the roof, walking quickly, her brows were full of gloom, and there was no joy of rebirth at all. Her pink lips were tightly pursed, and her thoughts were expressed in words.

"Ugh……"

Terumi Mei let out a long sigh, her pretty face full of sadness.

Senior Brother Zabuza and Senior Brother Mangetsu actually secretly collaborated and gathered dozens of ninjas to murder the Mizukage-sama.

How could they do this? That is the shadow of Kirigakure Village and the symbol of the village. Even if Mizukage-sama has restarted the blood mist policy and cast a haze on the road to village recovery, he should not take such drastic actions. ?

Shouldn't it?

Terumi Mei's expression was complicated, her eyes were filled with mist, and the gray buildings were reflected in her blue eyes, without a trace of light.

Although it was already night, it was not too late. At this time in the past, thousands of lights were always burning and bright, reflecting in the mist, like fireflies flying in the night sky.

Now, all I could see was that the night was dark and completely silent. If her five senses were not so keen that she could detect the steady or panicked breathing in the house below her feet, she would have thought the village was a ghost town.

Senior Brother Man Yue and the others want to assassinate the Mizukage who caused all this and carry out a coup by force, shouldn't they?

A wry smile appeared on Terumi Mei's pretty face, her expression was dejected, but she couldn't find a reason to stop them.

"Crack!"

Just when she was in a state of excitement, her body suddenly became light, and half of the eaves beneath her feet were accidentally broken when she used her strength.

Broken bricks fell on the steps in front of this villager's house, making a loud bang, which was clearly visible in the silent night.

The villagers in the house were awakened by the sound in the courtyard. There was a rustling movement in the room, but after all, they did not light up the lights in the house, and they did not dare to go into the yard to explore the cause.

On the other side, Terumi Mei naturally did not fall to the ground in a panic. Her body twisted like a water snake, her hands rested on the remaining half of the eaves, and she returned to the roof lightly.

Hearing the movement in the room, she originally planned to get up and jump into the courtyard. Her movements to apologize to the villagers were halted, and her charming face was full of sadness.

When did my own village, my own villagers, and my own family in Kirigakure Village become so vigilant?

Even in the Blood Mist Era when the Third Mizukage was in power, or during the Great Ninja War, if the eaves of the house were trampled by the ninjas in the village, the villagers with a bad temper would yell and curse.

Terumi sighed quietly, the dejection on her face disappeared, and her hesitant eyes gradually became firmer.

Senior Brother Man Yue and the others want to assassinate the Mizukage who caused all this. A coup by force is the right thing to do!

The village should not be a tool at the mercy of the water shadow. The village and the shadow should exist to protect the villagers!A shadow that cannot protect the village should not exist!

After thinking about this, Terumi Mei's chaotic thoughts calmed down, threw the silver he was carrying into the courtyard, and rushed towards his house.

This time, only the graceful figure could be vaguely seen flickering in the mist, and there was no sound of footsteps.

……

The night is getting darker, and the mist locked by the surrounding mountains is pressing down like a sky curtain, making the shrouded Kirigakure Village increasingly deep and quiet.

Just after Momochi Zabuza gathered everyone to plan something, and Terumi Mei clarified his true intentions, there was also a meeting between two forces in a continuous house in the east of the village.

At this time, people in Kirigakure Village were in a state of flux, and the bonds of the village were like bubbles. The Kirigakure who once regarded them as companions now no longer dared to entrust their backs to them. If there was a slight mistake, the back door would not be protected.

The Kirigakure ANBU is united by the Mizukage's power, and Zabuza's group is united by their illusory spiritual beliefs, and the two groups have a more real connection with each other.

Bloodline, ability, and even the same genetic disease.

When the external environment and interpersonal relationships become increasingly alienated and indifferent, the intimacy and centripetal force brought by this similarity are far greater than usual.

At this time, in the courtyard, on the long table, the candlelight was swaying and the figures were looking forward to it. Neither party was in a hurry to start, and they were enjoying the silence.

After a while, a handsome young man flashed out of the courtyard. He stopped next to the figure sitting on the side of the long table and whispered in a low voice.

"Heh, what did I think? The fight that broke out before turned out to be Zabuza and the others."

The candlelight flickered on the long table, and the light was uncertain. The figure leaned forward slightly, and the exposed face was full of traces of time, but the handsomeness of his youth was vaguely visible.

Now, the middle-aged handsome man's face was full of ridicule, "Zabuza is really worthless, and he was severely beaten by an unknown ninja."

“After all, it’s something that can’t be put on the table, but that’s fine, as long as they do their own thing well.”

The voice came from the mouth of the figure on the other side. His appearance was much more ordinary. He had a square face with Chinese characters. The strange thing was that he had no eyebrows. Instead, he had two red marks instead. There were more red marks on his face than ordinary people. A sinister look.

"Oh, that's all he's useful for, but are you, the Bamboo clan, really capable of killing the Fourth Mizukage? That one is a perfect Jinchuuriki." The middle-aged handsome man said hesitantly, "For this battle , we, the Snow Clan, have sent all our elites.”

"Don't worry." The leader of the Taketori clan's eyes were full of fanaticism. "Although it is a consumable item, as long as it can hit, even the 'God of Ninja' can only die helplessly wailing."

The middle-aged handsome uncle said helplessly, "I hope so. If it weren't for the Fourth Mizukage secretly oppressing the Snow clan's living space, I really don't want to cooperate with you crazy people."

In his eyes, the short-lived ghosts of the Taketori clan are completely murderous madmen. Each member of their clan is as if they were carved out of a mold, with their faces full of distortion and madness.

Their life span is far inferior to that of ordinary people, so they have to kill enough in this world to stop their pace.

"Do you think we are willing to use that thing? Based on the size of the tailed beast, we will have to sacrifice the lives of at least 6 Jonin."

Although he was complaining, there was no dissatisfaction on the face of the leader Taketori. Instead, he had an urge to try.

The middle-aged handsome uncle said in confusion, "To be honest, I really didn't expect that you would agree to cooperate. Isn't the chaos in the village just what you want?"

"Hahaha, we hunt the strong and pursue wanton battles because human lives are at stake and we pursue a gorgeous burial."

Leader Zhutori pointed at himself and said with a ferocious smile, "Even after blood transfusion, I only have a few more years to live. Life is so short, why can't it burn brightly like fireworks?"

"However, life is short, but life is so precious. Mizukage shouldn't even be deprived of the chance to let them burn with all their strength."

The madness on the Taketori leader's face faded away, but his eyes were full of anger, "Ordering ANBU to assassinate the children of the clan, the Mizukage has crossed the line."

"Oh, so Taketori, who has always been crazy, is doing it for the continuation of his family this time?"

"Aren't you the Snow Clan?"

The leaders of the two clans looked at each other, confirmed each other's determination, and said no more words.

The lights swayed, the figures looked longingly, and silence returned to the house.