After analyzing the situation, Mizuki Ryosuke shook his head helplessly.
Before arriving at Amegakure, he had already dispatched the White Shark unit to infiltrate the village, aiming to establish a link between Kirigakure and Amegakure. However, the information he sought had nothing to do with Rain Shinobi, making it perplexing how they had managed to mark him as a target.
This entire situation was an unforeseen disaster.
He had merely been caught up in the chaos.
However, recalling the intense gaze that had locked onto him earlier, Ryosuke remained unfazed.
With a faint smile, he dismissed the thought.
This incident, though unexpected, might yet prove beneficial.
Faced with the relentless advance of Rain Shinobi, Ryosuke knew there was no avoiding a direct confrontation. With that realization, he turned to Hoshigaki Kisame and issued a simple command:
"Don't hold back, Kisame."
Hearing these words, Kisame immediately understood.
Ryosuke was giving him permission to unleash his full strength—identity be damned.
Without hesitation, Kisame reached into his robe and retrieved a scroll, the kanji for "Seal" (封) emblazoned on its surface.
"Bang!"
A burst of chakra smoke erupted as the sealing jutsu was released, revealing a massive, grotesque blade now gripped in Kisame's hands.
The legendary sword of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist—Samehada.
As soon as the monstrous weapon appeared, Kisame lunged forward without hesitation.
"Splurt!"
Wherever Samehada struck, flesh was torn apart, leaving behind severed limbs and mangled bodies. The grotesque sword, hungrily absorbing chakra from its victims, vibrated with glee in Kisame's hands.
Against his overwhelming might, Rain Shinobi were slaughtered like lambs.
Meanwhile, Ryosuke followed casually behind Kisame, his posture relaxed as if he were merely on a stroll.
At the same time, the other shinobi—who had no intention of working together—also began their individual breakouts.
The gaunt Sunagakure shinobi sprinted toward the shadows, weaving through the chaos with nimble agility.
The rotund Iwagakure ninja sank into the ground, vanishing with a well-executed Doton: Moguragakure no Jutsu (Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole Technique).
And then there was Senju Tsunade.
Unlike the others, she chose the most direct path—she punched straight through the ceiling with a single devastating blow, blasting her way upward in a violent shower of debris.
As she soared through the opening, she instinctively glanced back at Mizuki Ryosuke.
Tsunade was sharp.
Though they had only met briefly, she had memorized his face during their earlier wrestling match. Now, she finally recognized the infamous sword clutched in Kisame's grasp.
Samehada.
Her eyes narrowed.
Mist Shinobi.
A member of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen.
Ryosuke's presence, along with his command over Kisame, painted a clear picture.
Her curiosity about his identity deepened.
Though Tsunade had never paid much attention to Kirigakure's leadership, it was clear this young man held considerable authority.
She resolved to investigate him further once she returned to Konoha.
With that final thought, Tsunade vanished through the opening, leaping into the now-evacuated casino above—only to find herself surrounded by another wave of Amegakure shinobi.
It seemed her escape was about to become another battle.
Below, Ryosuke remained indifferent to her departure.
Tsunade, Konoha—these were matters for another time.
For now, his focus was on the immediate situation.
Kisame's rampage continued.
Samehada, now soaked in blood, pulsed with life as it fed greedily on the chakra of its victims. Kisame, eyes gleaming with murderous intent, reveled in the carnage.
His massive blade sliced effortlessly through the enemy ranks, scattering corpses in its wake.
Observing the bloodbath, Ryosuke shook his head.
He was well aware that Kisame's strength had grown significantly under his training, far surpassing what he had achieved at this point in the original timeline.
Yet, even in his current state, Kisame had not reached his peak.
And despite that, not a single Rain Shinobi could stand against him.
It was laughable.
There were nearly five hundred Amegakure shinobi in the area, yet they failed to pose even a minimal threat.
This only further solidified what Ryosuke already suspected:
Amegakure lacked true military strength.
Hanzō of the Salamander might be a powerful shinobi, but he was only one man. The foundation of his forces was pitifully weak.
No wonder he struggled to free Amegakure from the dominance of the Great Nations.
Kisame continued his slaughter, methodically butchering his way toward the exit.
Fear took hold of the Rain Shinobi.
Despite their numbers, none dared step forward.
Those who locked eyes with Kisame instinctively recoiled.
It was no longer a battle—it was a massacre.
Standing amidst the carnage, Sanshōuo Mita clenched his fists in humiliation.
This was supposed to be his moment to prove his worth to Hanzō.
Yet his forces were being torn apart like insects.
Hundreds of shinobi.
Slaughtered effortlessly.
Even the other spies from the Great Nations had at least shown some respect by attempting to escape.
But these two—Mizuki Ryosuke and Kisame—hadn't even acknowledged Rain Shinobi as a threat.
Instead of fleeing, they walked through the battlefield like they owned it.
Mita's face twisted with rage.
This mockery was unacceptable.
And yet—he knew the truth.
With Kisame's unparalleled kenjutsu and Samehada's chakra-draining abilities, no one could stand against him.
Mita gritted his teeth.
The space was too confined. Their numbers meant nothing.
If nothing changed, these two would walk right out of here.
Unless…
His gaze flickered toward Mizuki Ryosuke.
Unlike Kisame, Ryosuke had done nothing.
He simply followed in Kisame's wake, untouched by the battle.
Mita's eyes gleamed.
Weak.
It was obvious—Ryosuke wasn't fighting because he couldn't.
A nobleman traveling with a bodyguard.
Mita recalled Ryosuke's earlier words, the way he had given Kisame orders.
It all made sense.
"A bodyguard… and his master."
A slow, cruel smile spread across his face.
If he couldn't defeat the monster, he'd strike the master.
Mita's muscles tensed.
Then—
He saw it.
An opening.
Between Kisame and Ryosuke—a small gap had formed.
A perfect opportunity.
"This is it!"
Mita lunged forward.
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