Hidden Mist Village — the ruins of the Central Plaza.
Roar!
The massive Three-Tails, Isobu, let out a thunderous howl toward the heavens. Its terrifying chakra surged outward, whipping up violent waves as if it intended to drown the entire village beneath the sea.
This was the Fourth Mizukage's final swan song. He had burned through his own life force, wagering everything on a slim chance for his people to escape.
"Run! The Mizukage-sama is buying us time!"
"Don't look back! Leave the Land of Water—keep the village's bloodline alive!"
Tears streamed down the faces of countless young Kirigakure as they fled toward the harbor.
Then a cold, despair-inducing laugh echoed from above.
"Escape?"
Uchiha Tobirama stepped through the air, his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan turning slowly. His gaze burned like a torch as it fixed directly on the rampaging tailed beast.
"Using a Tailed Beast in front of an Uchiha?"
"That's laughable."
"Beast," he said calmly,
"look into my eyes."
Buzz!
The overwhelming ocular power pierced straight into Isobu's consciousness without the slightest resistance.
The Three-Tails froze mid-roar.
In its feral eyes, the crimson Sharingan pattern emerged, spinning as it locked firmly into place.
Complete control.
With a single glance.
"Go," Tobirama said lightly, pointing toward the fleeing villagers below.
"Send your people on their way."
"ROAR!"
The Three-Tails howled even more violently—but this time, its killing intent was directed not at the enemy, but at the villagers it had just sworn to protect.
Dark red chakra condensed rapidly within its open maw. Yin and Yang chakra fused in perfect balance.
Tailed Beast Ball.
Boom!!
A massive black sphere of annihilation tore through the sky and slammed into the retreating crowd.
"No! Mizukage-sama—what are you doing?!"
"Aaaaaah—!"
Rumble!
A mushroom cloud rose skyward. The harbor was obliterated in an instant. Seawater surged inland, and thousands of Kirigakure—along with their ships—were erased in a single strike.
Blood stained half the bay crimson.
"What a cruel irony."
Uchiha Madara stood atop a nearby rooftop, watching the massacre with a twisted smile.
"So-called protection," he said softly,
"becomes the sharpest blade when absolute power intervenes."
…
"Stop! Please—stop!"
A broken, desperate voice rang out.
From the ruins, an elderly man leaned on a cane as he stumbled forward.
Genryū.
The highest-ranking elder of the Hidden Mist Village—the true power behind the scenes.
When he saw the ruined village and his people slaughtered by their own protector, his resolve shattered completely.
He collapsed into the blood-soaked ground with a heavy thud and began kowtowing frantically toward Tobirama.
"Hokage-sama! I beg you—stop the killing!"
"The Hidden Mist Village… submits! We submit completely!"
"We'll accept any conditions—reparations, territory, the Tailed Beasts! Even if we must live as dogs, we accept it!"
"Please… leave the Hidden Mist a way to survive!"
His forehead split open as he slammed it repeatedly into the ground, blood mixing with tears.
If this continued, the Land of Water would truly vanish from the shinobi world.
Tobirama looked down at the trembling elder. The crimson glow in his eyes gradually faded.
"If you had said this earlier," he said coldly,
"so many people wouldn't have died."
"You only understand once your bones are broken."
He snapped his fingers.
The rampaging Three-Tails froze instantly and collapsed obediently to the ground, the red light still flickering faintly in its eyes.
"Madara," Tobirama said indifferently,
"do it."
"Tch. Tedious cleanup."
Though clearly displeased, Madara vanished and reappeared atop the Three-Tails' head. He pressed a single hand down.
"Tailed Beast Extraction."
"Roooaaar…"
Isobu let out a mournful cry as it was torn free.
With the extraction complete, the Fourth Mizukage's body fell heavily to the ground. He reverted to human form—withered, lifeless, his vitality completely extinguished.
The Kage who had tried to make a final stand died beneath his own Tailed Beast Ball, stripped even of dignity.
The surviving Kirigakure collapsed to their knees, shaking uncontrollably, unable even to raise their heads.
Tobirama descended slowly and stopped before Genryū.
The pressure alone made the old man feel as though his heart might stop.
"From today onward," Tobirama said flatly,
"you are the Mizukage."
Genryū froze.
"Of course," Tobirama continued,
"you're nothing more than a seal-stamping puppet."
He gestured toward Madara behind him.
"Uchiha Madara will serve as Supreme Governor of the Land of Water."
"His word is law."
"All military, financial, and diplomatic authority will be placed under his control."
"Do you understand?"
Letting Uchiha Madara rule the Land of Water…
Genryū trembled violently. Looking at Madara's expressionless, murderous gaze, despair swallowed him whole.
"I… I understand," he croaked.
"We will obey Lord Madara."
"Good."
Then Tobirama's eyes narrowed, and he delivered the cruelest condition of all.
"Orochimaru is severely lacking in experimental subjects."
"Your village has many Bloodline Limit clans—perfect material."
He raised two fingers.
"Every month, you will send two hundred living shinobi to Konoha."
"They must possess chakra. Bloodline Limit users are preferred."
"For every one you fail to deliver," Tobirama said calmly,
"I'll have Madara come here and drop a Tengai Shinsei."
Boom.
Genryū's mind went blank.
Two hundred people. Every month.
The Hidden Mist was being turned into a breeding ground for test subjects.
"This… this…" his lips quivered.
"Is there a problem?" Madara asked coldly, a black chakra rod forming in his hand.
"No! No problem!" Genryū screamed in terror.
"We will deliver them! Rogue ninja, death-row prisoners—we'll make up the numbers no matter what!"
Survival demanded sacrifice.
"Excellent."
Tobirama nodded.
Such was the authority of absolute power.
His gaze then swept over the remaining survivors—and paused.
In the corner stood several trembling figures.
A brownish-red–haired girl around twelve or thirteen. Her face was filthy, yet her emerald eyes still burned with stubborn defiance.
Mei Terumī.
Beside her stood a sharp-toothed girl carrying twin swords—Ameyuri Ringo.
Behind them were two other young kunoichi: Suiren and Miru.
"A worthwhile harvest," Tobirama murmured.
He raised his hand.
"That red-haired girl. The one with the sharp teeth. And the two behind them."
"Step forward."
The four girls stiffened, fear choking their breath. But resistance was meaningless.
They stepped out and knelt silently.
"From this day on," Tobirama said,
"you are no longer shinobi of the Hidden Mist."
He lifted Mei Terumī's chin, studying her frightened yet defiant eyes.
"Good potential. A waste to use as test material."
Turning away, he addressed Genryū.
"I'm taking these four."
"Consider it… a bonus."
"You have no objections."
"None! Absolutely none!" Genryū replied hastily.
"To serve Hokage-sama is their honor!"
Tobirama nodded.
Mei Terumī bit her lip and looked back at the village that had raised her—the corpses, the kneeling elders, the godlike figures ruling her fate.
Her future had become unknowable.
"Madara," Tobirama said, patting his shoulder,
"I'll leave this place to you."
"Don't destroy it completely. And remember—deliver the goods on time."
"Get lost," Madara replied impatiently, sitting down on the Mizukage's seat with legs crossed.
"I'll whip this trash into shape."
Flash.
Golden light vanished from the ruins.
Tobirama departed with his spoils of conquest, leaving behind a Land of Water reduced to a colony—forever trembling beneath the shadow of Uchiha Madara.
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