After traveling through time, I became friends with Tsunade

Two days passed in a flash, and the Hidden Mist Village had already begun nominating candidates for the fifth Mizukage.

With the proposal of several small families, Mei Terumi's father also successfully became one of the candidates.

For the rest, he placed all his hopes on Yusuke, and Yusuke did not delay.

He had already informed Qian Zhuo, the nominal person in charge of his forces in the Water Country.

He was the man in whom Yusuke had planted the thread, a former Jonin from the Hidden Mist Village.

Now, his men are spread across towns throughout the Land of Water, and even he himself is in the daimyo's mansion.

Several ninjas employed by the Daimyo of the Land of Water were arranged by him.

While earning extra money, he successfully gained the trust of the Daimyo of the Water Country.

Before this, in order to act, he had lost more than a dozen subordinates with the strength of Jonin and Chunin. Now, the most trusted ninja of the Daimyo of Water Country is none other than Senzhuo.

Although he had accepted his fate, Yusuke still did not retract the silk thread in his body.

However, he no longer cared, as long as he was still useful to Yusuke, he would not die, and his life now was much better than before.

He would not be so stupid as to stubbornly disobey Yusuke's orders. He would only do such a stupid thing if he was tired of living.

After resolving the matters in the Hidden Mist Village, Yusuke said goodbye to Mei Terumi's parents and solemnly promised to treat Mei Terumi well. He also welcomed them to visit Konoha at any time.

However, before leaving, Yusuke still had one thing to deal with, and that was Kimimaro.

How could Yusuke not know Kimimaro, a very popular villain?

So, he accepted the invitation and came to the Bamboo Clan's territory again.

He had accepted the surrender of the Taketori clan and asked them to assist Terumi Mei's father, and the Taketori clan readily agreed.

At the dinner table, Youjie revealed that he wanted to take a look at the young people under their age of ten. If they had outstanding qualifications, he would accept one as his disciple.

This news immediately made them ecstatic, and they all tried their best to recommend their own offspring, but Yusuke was not satisfied with any of them.

"Are these all the young men of your clan?"

Yusuke's voice reached their ears clearly, but weren't all the young men of their clan already here?

"Is Kimimaro in the dungeon?"

Suddenly, the chief of the Taketori clan asked a subordinate who had actually forgotten Kimimaro, "But clan leader, can Kimimaro do it? Although he has great talent, he has no way to control his own strength."

"The Fourth Hokage will not be accidentally injured by him, it's okay."

The Bamboo Clan leader nodded affirmatively and said to Yusuke, "Fourth Hokage, we have another young man, but because he cannot control his own power and often loses his mind, we have locked him up in the dungeon. Would you like to meet him?"

"What's his name?"

"Kimimaro!"

Sure enough, he was talking about Kimimaro. Yusuke nodded immediately and said softly, "Interesting, I would like to see how powerful he is."

"Go to the dungeon and get Kimimaro out."

After the Taketori tribe leader nodded to Yusuke, he quickly spoke to the tribe member just now.

"Yes!"

In the dark and damp dungeon, Kimimaro curled up in a corner.

The weak light squeezed in through the narrow window, but could only illuminate a small area.

The air was filled with a decayed and dull atmosphere. Water droplets dripped slowly from the walls, making a crisp yet heart-pounding sound.

Kimimaro's thin body was trembling slightly, his messy hair covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes filled with confusion and pain.

His hands were tightly wrapped around his knees, his knuckles turning white from the effort, and his clothes were tattered, stained with dirt and blood.

The chill in the dungeon seemed to penetrate into his bones, causing his body to shiver unconsciously.

However, the occasional gleam of light in his eyes seemed to speak of the unextinguished desire and unwillingness in his heart.

Suddenly, the heavy iron door was slowly pushed open, making a dull creaking sound.

A slightly bright light instantly shot into the dim space, causing Kimimaro, who had lived in darkness for a long time, to squint his eyes.

Several tall figures appeared at the door, their outlines a little blurry in the backlight.

One of them held a torch, and the light illuminated more corners of the dungeon.

"Kimimaro, get up and follow us."

A deep voice sounded, breaking the long silence in the dungeon.

Kimimaro raised his head, his eyes full of confusion and vigilance, but he still stood up slowly, his body seemed a little stiff due to being curled up for a long time.

"The chief wants to take you to see an important person."

The visitor continued, without any emotion in his tone.

Kimimaro remained silent and just followed them silently. He didn't know what was waiting for him, but deep in his heart he had a hint of expectation.

After walking out of the dungeon, it was a rare sight to see the sky outside. Kimimaro raised his arms, blocked his eyes, and then slowly moved them away.

But Kimimaro's eyes became even more confused. He had never had a childhood, and his hands were covered in blood since he could remember.

Everyone sees him as a monster, and his peers are terrified of him. He has no idea what the meaning of his existence is.

When he appeared in front of everyone, several boys could not help but step back again and again, and finally collapsed on the ground, their eyes revealing deep fear without reservation.

Kimimaro, who was only 4 years old, stood alone with his head lowered. In the crack of the stone slab under his feet, a small flower had stubbornly grown out.

The few tribesmen who led him here had long disappeared, as if they were unwilling to stay with him even a moment longer.

"The Fourth Hokage, he is Kimimaro!"

Yusuke nodded slightly, then slowly walked towards the thin figure.

Kimimaro raised his head, his white hair fluttering gently in the breeze. He looked at Yusuke's unique outfit and asked in a weak and timid voice:

"Who are you? Aren't you a member of our clan?"

Yusuke's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing an elusive smile, "Do you think that life has meaning?"

Kimimaro's expression finally changed at this moment. His mouth opened slightly, wanting to answer, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

In the end he could only remain silent because he really didn't know how to answer this question.