Chapter 295: The Hesitant Orochimaru

"Lord Mizukage, if we do this, we will be standing against every Ninja Clan in Kirigakure."

Although Chojuro looks simple and honest, he is actually very sharp.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to become the Sixth Mizukage destined by original fate, as he possesses an extremely strong political mind.

He understands very well that once Terumi Mei's orders are executed, the two of them will be hated by all the Ninja Clans.

They might even be treated as enemies, assassinated, poisoned, and plotted against, with the severity exceeding the Blood Mist Era during the Fourth Mizukage's reign.

Countless Ninja Clans would love to skin them alive and pull out their bones to warn any new Shadow who wants to establish an Empire.

"Don't you find it strange?"

Terumi Mei asked with a deep gaze: "Whether it is the Arad Continent, the ruins of the Novice Village, or the other worlds behind various game abilities."

"It is rare to see powerful transcendents risking their lives for fragile ordinary people who have no ability whatsoever and are so weak that even a slightly trained Genin could kill them."

The weak ordinary people refer to the highest rulers of the nations, the Daimyo.

This time,

it was the honest man's turn to be puzzled, and he said: "Aren't ninjas born for battle and slaughter? The Daimyo and the nations provide us with food and funds, and we are responsible for fighting for the Daimyo."

This has been the consensus for hundreds and thousands of years; when ninjas first appeared, they were mercenaries recruited by Daimyo to invade the territories of other nations.

Few people are able to think outside the mindset of a ninja.

"That's right, this is also the consensus of the ninja world."

Terumi Mei nodded, then changed the subject: "In other words, according to this logic, as long as ninjas exist, the ninja world is destined never to have peace, and we will continue to slaughter each other for generations."

Ninjas are born for slaughter, and the continuous emergence of ninjas means continuous slaughter.

"This..."

Chojuro was speechless; whether they were commoners or ninjas, Nobles or Daimyo, everyone in the ninja world had thought about peace.

It's just that some people are persistent in pursuing it, like Yahiko and Jiraiya.

Some people gave up long ago.

"I have racked my brains, constantly flipping through those complex and tedious books that don't bring the slightest help to one's strength."

Terumi Mei's gaze was calm as she said: "In the end, I reached my own conclusion."

"There is no such thing as a ninja world, and ninjas shouldn't exist; these are all wrong things."

Her voice was flat.

Chojuro, however, heard it with a pounding heart.

Has Lord Mizukage gone insane from practicing the secret arts of the Explosive Flame Mage? Yet, the trace of curiosity in his heart made him unable to help but ask: "Are you saying that our current ninja world is wrong and shouldn't exist?"

"That is so."

Terumi Mei's voice was crisp and decisive, clearly reaching his ears as she said: "I have read the history of the nations within most of the ruins."

"Those nations all developed step by step through a long process, from tribes to villages, and then to clans and nations."

"But in our ninja world, there is only slaughter."

The ninja world is like a group of children who should have experienced a childhood of bumps and bruises that were not fatal, constantly accumulating enough experience and wisdom,

and then, upon reaching adulthood, started to explore the meaning of peace.

Disputes or conflicts, blood and death are not terrible; with enough wisdom and foundation, there would eventually be a victor to change the status quo.

But now, while these children are still ignorant, they possess powerful chakra, skipping the age of accumulating experience, and slaughtering each other.

Children keep dying, and victors keep being born, but the victors do not have enough wisdom and foundation to change all of this.

There will still be new, strong children to replace the aging victors.

They are just children.

It shouldn't be like this; having read countless books, Terumi Mei believes the entire ninja world is a mistake.

Whether it is the Will of Fire or the Will of Stone, wisdom like that of a child should not be allowed to rule the world.

The Fire Empire founded by Orochimaru uses cruel methods,

but it allowed Terumi Mei to see something different, something that breaks the pattern of the ninja world.

She does not want to continue like this, so even at the risk of being hated by all the Ninja Clans in Kirigakure, she wants to create a brand-new future for those who are loyal to her.

"Are you willing to fight side by side with me, Chojuro?"

Having said everything she thought in her heart,

Terumi Mei took off her Mizukage hat, revealing her beautiful and lovely face, reached out her hand, and looked at Chojuro solemnly. The usually shy Chojuro did not blush or have a racing heart as before, but thought very seriously for a long time. Finally, instead of reaching out his hand, he knelt down directly and said: "You have always been the senior I respect the most."

"I am willing to be loyal to you because when the village was in its greatest danger and everyone else stood by, you were willing to risk certain death to reorganize the precarious Kirigakure and allow most people to survive."

"As long as your ambition remains unchanged, I and the Pingchou in my hand will always be the sharpest Blade under your command."

The simple and honest Chojuro, whose appearance has gradually become somewhat rough, gave a firm and decisive answer.

Terumi Mei's gaze was surprised; she did not expect that the usually shy Chojuro could say such things. He did not directly oppose her, nor did he swear his life to her, but instead laid his cards on the table to protect the commoners and the village? "Is this your will? It is admirable!"

Terumi Mei did not stint on her praise; if she had been worried about Chojuro's weak personality before, she had now changed her mind.

The younger generation of Kirigakure is not bad either; they have already begun to show their edge.

Furthermore,

Terumi Mei thought of Chojuro's form of address, and her gaze became dangerous.

Even the temperature in the room rose suddenly.

Chojuro could not help but wipe his sweat repeatedly, feeling nervous inside.

"Calling me 'senior', do you think I am very old, you bastard Chojuro?"

Boom—

Deep blue, thick lightning, resembling the ocean, kept crashing down onto the territory of the Dragonkin.

The magnificent Dragonkin palace had long since turned into ruins.

"Intruder, accept the funeral of lightning!"

The Dragonman Leader Lucas held the Fallen Artifact high; the Thunder Fork he gripped tightly surged and rolled with rampant lightning.

The Necrotic Curse Snake form of Orochimaru had already been scorched black by the lightning, with residual electricity constantly crawling over its scales.

Paralyzed state.

This caused his mobility to become sluggish, and the formation capable of enhancing Necromancy had long since been destroyed by waves of thunder.

"As expected, trying to hunt a Second-tier Lord alone is still too much of a stretch."

Orochimaru gasped for breath.

His snake tail coiled around a bottle of Recovery Potion, swallowing it along with the glass bottle to restore his bottomed-out energy.

The Necrotic Curse Snake was his strongest state.

It had been promoted to a Tier 2 skill by a 【Skill Rank Scroll】.

Both the hardness of the snake body and the Dead Spirit Curse patterns covering the scales far surpassed his former White-scaled Great Snake.

He had seen the intensity of the Nine-Tails' eruption.

That monster capable of destroying the world would be sent flying by a single lash of his snake tail.

Yet now, he was being beaten into such a sorry state by the Dragonman Leader.

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Orochimaru's gaze was icy, staring fixedly at the Dragonman Leader.

This gaze made even Lucas, who had killed countless adventurers and intruders, feel a chill in his heart.

"The bizarre snake body has already been beaten to a pulp, and the necromancy has been countered by my lightning, so why do I feel danger?"

A chill welled up in Lucas's heart, followed immediately by anger; he had actually been frightened by a Tier 1 ant, and he immediately brought down a bolt of thunder.

Crackle.

This time, Orochimaru did not dodge, and the Necrotic Curse Snake took the lightning strike head-on.

The snake body split open, leaking an aura of the dead as black as ink, and even the necromantic curse patterns on the snake scales began to fade.

"Should I make a move?"

A cold, sinister glint flickered in Orochimaru's eyes as he hesitated.

He still had a trump card: sacrificing all the undead he had painstakingly cultivated and channeling them into the Necrotic Curse Snake to instantly obtain immense power.

Even Lucas did not notice.

On his back, covered in Blue Potential dragon scales, crawled gray-black, earthworm-like undead snakes.

They could twist into undead chains at any moment to bind him! (End of chapter)