Kirigakure.
In a secluded, rundown house, nearly a hundred Kirigakure shinobi gathered in a dimly lit basement. The faint light barely illuminated the faces behind their masks, each concealing their identity.
These were the loyal followers of Mei Terumī, unwavering dissenters against Yagura Karatachi's oppressive regime.
They met weekly in this hidden corner of the village, strategizing on how to overthrow Yagura and liberate Kirigakure from his grasp.
A one-eyed shinobi with an eyepatch stepped to the center of the room.
"I'll be leading today's meeting," he announced.
"Ao-sama, why isn't Lady Mei here?" one shinobi immediately asked.
Ao responded calmly, "Lady Mei has gone to seek aid."
"Seek aid?" The group murmured in confusion. "From where?"
Ao's expression darkened. "From Konoha."
A ripple of shock spread through the room as he continued, "Only Uchiha Mirai from Konoha has the power to help us overthrow Yagura's rule."
His words were met with stunned silence, followed by an eruption of voices.
"Going to Konoha for help? Are you serious? Letting them interfere in Kirigakure's affairs is unthinkable!"
"Uchiha Mirai is a schemer! He wouldn't help us without some hidden agenda!"
"Exactly! Lady Mei is being reckless. Doesn't she fear Kirigakure ending up like Sunagakure or Kumogakure?"
Ao's sharp voice cut through the noise. "Enough!"
"This is the only way to save Kirigakure from ruin. Would you rather watch our village crumble before your eyes?!"
He paused to let his words sink in before continuing, "No one else in the entire shinobi world has the power to stand against Yagura but Uchiha Mirai. And if you doubt his intentions, consider this: Sunagakure and Kumogakure have prospered under his influence. I've investigated it myself."
Reluctantly, the room fell into silence. Despite their reservations, they couldn't deny the truth in Ao's words.
In recent years, Yagura's demeanor had changed drastically. His infamous Bloody Mist Policy had decimated clans with kekkei genkai, eroding the village's strength and fostering paranoia among comrades. Trust was a relic of the past, the shinobi of Kirigakure had grown into enemies rather than allies.
After attending the Three Kage Summit, Yagura's brutality had only escalated, slaughtering even more of the village's own shinobi. Kirigakure's downfall seemed inevitable.
Seeing their silence, Ao concluded, "The meeting is adjourned. We'll await Lady Mei's return before deciding our next move."
But just as Ao finished speaking, an icy voice echoed from outside the basement.
"You won't get the chance to meet Mei Terumī. Tonight, you all die here."
The voice sent a chill down everyone's spine.
"It's the Fourth Mizukage!" someone exclaimed in panic.
In an instant, chaos erupted. Led by Ao, the shinobi rushed out of the basement, only to find themselves surrounded. Dozens of ANBU agents with weapons drawn encircled the house.
Yagura stood at the forefront, his expression cold and devoid of emotion, yet emanating palpable killing intent.
"Ao, what should we do?" one shinobi asked, trembling.
Ao's mind raced. Against Yagura and his ANBU, their chances were grim. But surrender wasn't an option.
"This is it," Ao said, his voice steady despite the fear clawing at his chest. "You know the Fourth's methods. If we don't fight, we'll all die here anyway. Our goal is to overthrow his rule—better to die fighting!"
His words ignited a feral determination in the group. Raised under the Bloody Mist Policy, these shinobi harbored a brutal resilience. They wouldn't go down without a fight.
Taking a deep breath, Ao activated his Byakugan. But as he focused on Yagura, his face contorted in shock.
Yagura's chakra flow… it was unnatural. It pulsed erratically, clearly under the influence of a powerful genjutsu.
"Impossible…" Ao muttered.
The pieces clicked into place. Yagura's isolation, his sudden personality shift, the cruel policies—it all made sense.
The Fourth Mizukage was being controlled.
But who could wield such a powerful genjutsu?
Sweat trickled down Ao's forehead. This revelation was critical, but he had no time to dwell on it. He had to expose the truth.
Summoning his courage, Ao shouted, "Listen to me! The Fourth Mizukage is—"
His words were cut short. His neck twisted unnaturally, and his head fell to the ground.
The gathered shinobi froze in horror.
Ao, a seasoned jonin with exceptional sensory abilities and a Byakugan, was dead in an instant.
How?
From the shadows.
Uchiha Obito sat perched on a crumbling wall, one leg dangling, the other bent to prop up his elbow. He rested his chin on his hand, watching the scene unfold with cold detachment.
"A mere insect," he muttered, his voice laced with disdain. "And yet, it dared to disrupt my plans."
His Sharingan glowed ominously as he continued, "As long as I'm here, any resistance is futile. Tonight, I shall reign as daimyo."
But his arrogance was interrupted by a voice beside him.
"Uchiha Mirai is on his way. We need to leave—now."
White Zetsu's urgent tone made Obito freeze. His confidence shattered in an instant.
"He's coming here?" Obito's voice wavered. "Why would the Hokage come to Kirigakure?!"
Without waiting for an answer, he activated Kamui and vanished.
White Zetsu and Black Zetsu exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable.
"'Tonight, I shall reign as daimyo,' huh?" White Zetsu said dryly. "He sure ran fast the moment he heard that name…"
Black Zetsu chuckled darkly. "Uchiha Mirai must have left quite the scar."
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