Naruto entry

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The world was completely turned upside down in Mei Terumi's eyes.

Before she could think further, the swirling blue skirt blocked her view.

Her legs, encased in black fishnet stockings, were completely exposed to Kiyoshi's eyes, the stockings outlining the fleshy curves of her legs.

At the end, there were black shorts.

"It's black."

Qingsi said calmly.

There should be another layer of shorts underneath the shorts.

"let me go!"

Mei Terumi struggled fiercely, her body twisting wildly.

Kiyoshi ignored her and, with a surge of strength, slammed her hard against the wall to the side.

boom!

Mei Terumi's shoulders and back slammed heavily against the wall, creating a spiderweb-like crack.

She groaned softly, instinctively covering her mouth to suppress the metallic taste rising in her throat.

Then it suddenly dawned on him that this was just an illusion.

If it's an illusion, how could Kiyoshi know what she was wearing?

Unfortunately, no one could answer her question at that moment.

Kiyoshi lifted her up again and gave her a crisp slap.

Snapped!

The impact site resembled a golden wheat field swept by a strong wind, with ripples spreading out in layers.

It spreads out in concentric circles, making it extremely visually appealing.

At this moment, Terumi Mei pursed her lips tightly, her eyes fixed on Kiyoshi from below, almost bursting into tears, filled with shame and indignation.

"All unfavorable situations in this world are caused by the incompetence of the parties involved. This is the third time I have warned you, and I hope it will be the last."

"Okay, answer me, what is one thousand minus seven?"

Mei Terumi bit her lower lip and remained silent.

Snapped!

Her silence was met with another relentless slap.

What is 1000 minus 7?

"Nine hundred...ninety-three."

Mei Terumi spoke, her voice trembling.

Snapped!

Kiyoshi's large hand still fell mercilessly, punishing Terumi Mei.

There is no reward for giving the answer; it is simply a means to keep the prisoner conscious.

"So what is 993 minus 7?"

"Nine...nine hundred...eighty-six."

Mei Terumi's voice trembled even more.

Why did she get beaten even though she was right?

Snapped!

"Nine hundred and eighty-six minus seven?"

"Nine hundred..."

Kiyoshi repeatedly questioned Terumi Mei.

Mei Terumi answered Kiyoshi's questions again and again.

Chapter 353 The Exposed Plot, Kiyoshi vs. the Fourth Mizukage

And in another place.

"You've worked hard, Kisame."

Obito, controlling Yagura, emerged from behind the underground passage.

"The Hidden Mist Village is riddled with problems; despite the harsh laws of the 'Village of Blood Mist,' they still chose to take the risk."

"Once the ninja swords are redeemed from Konoha, or once the village forges new swords, you will be the new Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist."

Yagura, the tachibana manga artist, spoke up.

"!"

Kisame Hoshigaki watched the newcomer warily.

Kisame's vigilance lessened somewhat only when that face appeared in the dimly lit passage, and he lowered his hand from the hilt of his sword.

"Even until I was killed by you, Fourth Mizukage?"

Kisame Hoshigaki.

In the "Village of Blood Mist," everyone is a consumable.

If he had betrayed the village, he would be the one lying on the ground now.

“I can trust someone like you. You’ve carried out countless dirty and treacherous missions, all for the sake of the village and the country. That’s how you came to know that there are only lies and falsehoods in the world.”

Yagura Karatachi simply spoke like a puppet.

The person speaking behind your back is actually Obito, who is hiding in the shadows.

He increasingly believed that the ninja world was meaningless and that the world created by the Sage of Six Paths was a complete failure.

“I understood these things the first time I killed my comrade. I was a ninja from Kirigakure, yet I was killing my comrades.”

Kisame Hoshigaki stood there, the blade that had just killed his comrade still seemed to retain warmth, but his heart was swallowed by a cold sense of bewilderment.

The smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth was devoid of warmth, as empty as a mask.

"Am I friend or foe? What is my purpose? What is my stance? Where... can I calm this restless heart?"

"The only thing you can truly feel is the lie, the lie that is everywhere."

He looked down at his hands, which were covered in sticky, still-dry blood.

The blood of a comrade.

The sensation made Kisame Hoshigaki almost vomit.

He was growing weary of the endless betrayals and slaughter, and began to ponder the true meaning of his life.

"Let me help you escape from this false world, and I will build you a place to stay."

An unfamiliar voice rang out; it did not come from Yagura.

Kisame suddenly turned around, and a blurry humanoid silhouette quietly emerged from the depths of the shadows.

"Who?!"

Kisame almost instinctively gripped Samehada's hilt again, his muscles tense, exuding a murderous aura.

“You have been acting to ‘deal with’ your companions, and from now on you will act as my companions. We will start from this country.”

"Heh...you seem to trust me a lot?" Kisame's voice carried a cold, probing tone. "But I don't even know who you are..."

Upon hearing this, the figure in the shadows slowly opened its eyes.

In the darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly lit up, with three tomoe slowly rotating within them, radiating an eerie and captivating light.

"Those eyes...were glowing in the darkness..."

As if struck by lightning, Kisame Hoshigaki instantly understood everything.

All the clues, when pieced together, point to an absurd yet undeniable truth.

"I see……"

He let out a low, self-deprecating laugh, “The ‘Fourth Mizukage’ I’ve always been loyal to, it turns out to be you.”

Kisame Hoshigaki then realized that the rumors circulating in the village were not unfounded.

The Fourth Mizukage had indeed been controlled by illusion magic long ago.

"I never imagined you could control the Mizukage with those Sharingan eyes... As expected, this world is full of lies!"

After a brief pause, he stared intently into those scarlet eyes, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly:

"You possess the eye power to control the Three-Tails Jinchuriki... Just who are you?"

"Uchiha..." The figure in the shadows paused deliberately, as if savoring the weight of the surname, before slowly uttering the name that was enough to shake the ninja world.

"……spot."

"...!!"

Kisame's pupils suddenly contracted.

This name, like a boulder thrown into a stagnant pool, stirred up a tidal wave in his heart.

"That important figure is long dead. I cannot trust you. Please reveal your true identity."

Shocked as he was, Kisame wasn't foolish enough to believe the words of a stranger.

"Okay, the choice is yours, whether you believe it or not."

Obito slowly removed his mask, revealing his face, which had been carefully disguised by the "Transformation Jutsu".

That was the true appearance of the freckles.

That way, if Kisame Hoshigaki were to investigate and verify Madara Uchiha's portrait in the future, he wouldn't give himself away.

With Kiyoshi as a formidable enemy, Obito became increasingly cautious and careful in his actions.

Then Obito began to explain to Kisame Hoshigaki what the "Eye of the Moon Plan" was and how to realize this opportunity.

Confused about his stance and his companions, Kisame Hoshigaki heard this information and sincerely wanted to see that new world where there was no falsehood or lies, only truth.

"Hehe, Kisame is one of the most promising people in Kirigakure. Let's also recruit the rest."

Obito was already thinking about leaving himself a way out.

If the attack on Uchiha Kiyoshi fails, he will immediately abandon Kirigakure as a base.

Once Kiyoshi's attention returns to Konoha, we can proceed with our plans again gradually.

……

On the night before leaving Kirigakure, Kiyoshi sat cross-legged on the bed, guiding the electric arcs within his body to stimulate his flesh.

Maintaining a daily, unwavering training regimen allows one's physical strength and chakra to gradually deepen.

Suddenly, Kiyoshi opened his eyes.

His skin was tingling slightly, as if it were on guard against something.

"Someone is trying to ambush me?"

Qing Si immediately recognized this as a warning from the entry.

His body was perfectly healthy, so it was impossible for him to feel pain easily.

There were no mosquitoes here that could harm him.

As Kiyoshi seemed to understand something, he looked out the window in a certain direction and sensed a fluctuation of chakra on a distant mountaintop.

That was the fluctuation of the tailed beast's chakra.

And he was very familiar with her; she was the type that Kiyoshi had encountered before.

hum...

Golden light emerged from Kiyoshi's body, and the "Cloak of Immortal Arts" was draped over him.