After spending a night in the village, Rinjin returned to Kirigakure at the crack of dawn.
He had already signed the summoning scroll with Slug.
When signing this ancient scroll, Rinjin was genuinely startled.
Senju Butsuma, Senju Hashirama, and even further back, a whole bunch of Senju names.
Goodness, this is practically the Senju clan's genealogy!
However, Rinjin signed this contract not to summon Slug Sage for battle or healing, but purely for research.
Currently, he mastered three space-type jutsu: Heavenly Transfer Technique, Flying Thunder God Technique, and Summoning Technique.
Among them, Summoning Technique has the lowest training threshold, using blood and hand seals to perform it.
The most challenging is the Flying Thunder God Technique, whose difficulty is sky-high.
One must excel in Body Flicker Technique, have a sense for space, perceive the location of the technique, and have ample chakra.
If it weren't for Rinjin's resilience and his ability to endure, allowing him to find a sense of space through numerous trials, he wouldn't have been able to learn this technique even if it were right in front of him.
This also shows that Minato Namikaze is exceptionally talented.
Lastly, the moderately difficult one is the Heavenly Transfer Technique.
In many ways, the Heavenly Transfer Technique is similar to the Flying Thunder God Technique, resembling a budget version of it.
But this technique has its unique aspect—it's very safe.
For the caster, this technique poses almost no risk.
Mulling over how to combine these three techniques in his mind, Rinjin walked into the dining room.
At this moment, Zabuza Momochi and others were eating.
Judging by their seating and expressions, they had already engaged in some friendly sparring yesterday.
The result was somewhat surprising to Rinjin.
Sitting at the head of the table was not the seemingly formidable wielder of the Twin Blades, Fuguki Suikazan;
Nor the "Ruthless Duo" Kuriarare Kushimaru and Munashi Jinpachi.
And certainly not the somewhat scheming Kurotsuchi Raiga.
Instead, it was Zabuza Momochi, the sly old fox!
Carrying the massive blade Samehada, Rinjin quietly took a seat at the far end of the table.
If it were his true self, he wouldn't need Samehada; he could crush these six people with one hand, leaving them unrecognizable even to their mothers.
But now, as Hoshigaki Kisame, he's a small fry, so he must act like one.
Seeing Rinjin sitting at the end, Zabuza Momochi's face twitched.
This is just awkward.
Feels like we're playing a game of animal chess here.
Sitting down, just as he was about to start eating, he noticed the other six looking at him with peculiar expressions.
"Why are you staring at me? Let's eat. There's no garlic today, is there?" Rinjin asked innocently.
Hearing this, Zabuza Momochi rolled his eyes dramatically.
Good kid, cracking cold jokes, huh!
No wonder people in the village say you're cold as ice; they weren't wrong at all.
With your cold joke prowess, I almost thought you were from the Yuki clan.
While Rinjin and others were eating, in a little-known underground chamber beneath the Mizukage building,
The chamber was pitch black, with only a faint sliver of light seeping through the door crack.
At the entrance, the Third Mizukage stood respectfully, as if waiting for something.
In the darkness, a pair of pale purple eyes suddenly opened, staring straight at the Third Mizukage at the door.
In an instant, the Third Mizukage trembled, bowing his head even lower.
Perhaps it was a second, or maybe an hour, but just as cold sweat covered the Third Mizukage's forehead, the figure in the darkness spoke.
"How is the preparation for the annihilation of Uzushio Village going?" The magnetic male voice was filled with arrogance.
Upon hearing this, the Third Mizukage didn't dare hesitate and immediately replied.
"My lord, preparations are complete. All the ninja have been recalled, and the Anbu are ready for orders;
The major clans in the village have all dispatched their ninja as required.
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen are assembled and await your command."
"This matter is handled well. Is there any other information?"
Hearing this, the Third Mizukage, whose heart was in his throat, slowly relaxed, quietly letting out a long breath.
He was genuinely terrified of the man in the darkness; not only that, he couldn't refuse any of his orders.
Trembling and stuttering, the Third Mizukage began to relay the information he knew.
When he mentioned that Hanzō of the Salamander also wanted to get involved, the man in the darkness snorted coldly.
"That trash wants to meddle in my affairs too?! Ridiculous.
Tell Hanzō of the Salamander to roll as far away as possible. If he dares reach out, I'll chop off his claws.
Oh, and kill all the members of the Uzumaki clan in Uzushio Village. I really dislike red hair.
Lastly, you've done well in sealing off Kirigakure. Continue executing that."
As the domineering voice faded, the pale purple eyes in the darkness closed.
Seeing this, the Third Mizukage, who had been secretly observing, nodded heavily, then exited the chamber, quietly closing the door.
Only upon reaching the first floor did the Third Mizukage dare to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, taking deep breaths.
This presence is simply terrifying! His aura alone almost made it hard to breathe.
What he didn't know was that he had long been under a genjutsu.
This genjutsu ensured his fear and loyalty to the caster.
It made him obey the caster from the bottom of his heart, agreeing with everything the caster said.
A very powerful genjutsu, but its only flaw was the need for periodic reinforcement of this mental branding.
Just as the Third Mizukage adjusted his expression, preparing to return to his office, the purple eyes in the chamber opened again, muttering to himself.
"The candidate to bear my eyes has been decided. Now, I need someone to execute the plan.
I need a Uchiha to carry out my plan.
..."
Muttering, a sycophantic voice suddenly chimed in.
"Master, Fugaku Uchiha, he has the Mangekyō Sharingan."
Hearing this, a young figure slowly emerged in the mysterious man's mind.
Then, a cold snort.
Fugaku Uchiha???
That unruly kid?
Konoha's top street punk?
If it weren't for that guy having the Sharingan, I would've almost thought he was a clown from the neighboring Kumogakure!
A promising Uchiha genius, forcibly turned into a 'cultist' by that Sakufang Rinjin punk!
Always using fists to teach others about 'love'?
Is that love? That's clearly hooliganism!
Having such a person execute my mysterious plan?
Having Fugaku Uchiha act under the name of Madara Uchiha?
And then the great Madara Uchiha ends up beating two kids over a lollipop?
Finally walking away with a lollipop in his mouth, looking smug?
Damn, is this something a human would do?!
If I resurrected, the entire ninja world would probably look at me funny!
Thinking of this, the mysterious man couldn't help but shiver, forcing himself to maintain a serious demeanor:
"He won't do. Even though he has the Mangekyō Sharingan, he can't comprehend the nobility of the plan!"
Hearing this, the sycophantic companion fell silent.
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