God-Tier Kazekage: Building the Ultimate Hidden Sand Village

The smoke of battle was fading. After Sōmi joined the fight on the northern shore, he completely extinguished the last hope of the Mist shinobi.

Before Sasori lay numerous Mist shinobi, sprawled in disarray, their faces tinged with a sickly green hue.

Standing on either side of Sasori were the human puppets of Raiga Kurosuki and Fuguki Suikazan, exuding the air of loyal guards.

Judging by the extensive scorched marks across the battlefield, the combination of Raiga Kurosuki and his Thunder Swords had clearly been the grim reaper for many Mist shinobi.

One could only imagine the sentiment of defeat—being felled by puppets crafted from two of the Mist Village's most celebrated "Twin Bladesmen."

"Report, Lord Sōmi!"

"Apart from a few who used Secret Techniques or summoned beasts to escape into the sea, the over one thousand Mist shinobi on the northern shore have been completely annihilated!"

A Sunagakure shinobi ran up to Sōmi, his voice brimming with excitement.

Sōmi nodded slightly, signaling him to retreat.

"Yes, sir!"

The young Sunagakure shinobi, likely in his teens, shouted again energetically.

He gazed at Sōmi's calm and composed figure with admiration.

Young, powerful, cold, and charismatic…

When these qualities came together in one person, they naturally radiated an indescribable allure.

However, Sōmi, who had already been idolized by this young admirer, showed no signs of being burdened by his status. He casually strolled over to Sasori, squatted down, spread his legs, and struck a posture that resembled someone preparing to use the bathroom.

"Are these guys dead?"

Sōmi glanced at the unconscious Mist shinobi on the ground. A significant number of them appeared to belong to the same clan, as they all wore identical white robes with blue sashes around their waists.

Some of their upturned faces revealed peculiar eyebrows—two dark red, semi-oval shapes that looked like small patches above their eyes.

Dark circles surrounded their eyes to varying degrees.

"No, they're alive."

"These individuals possess a very unique Kekkei Genkai. I plan to study them thoroughly," Sasori said, his eyes glinting with curiosity. For someone seeing Shikotsumyaku for the first time, this Bloodline Limit was certainly extraordinary.

"And the captives?"

"How many do we have?"

Sōmi asked nonchalantly.

"This group here was intentionally spared by me. Aside from this area, there are about a dozen Mist shinobi with patterned masks over there."

"What about you? How many did you capture?"

Sasori retrieved a Sealing Scroll from his waist and began sealing away the human puppets.

"Uh…"

"One…"

Sōmi scratched his chin awkwardly before explaining, "But that one happens to be the leader of this operation, so he's more valuable."

Sōmi thought of Captain Kitagawa, now encased in a small golden pyramid.

Sasori seemed to have anticipated this response and remained indifferent, saying nothing more.

"Ah, your poisons are really effective!"

"Next time, give me a few canisters as well. It'll make capturing live targets much easier," Sōmi said, shifting the topic to praise Sasori's poison-making skills in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.

…

The Land of Water was an island nation with a unique culture. Although surrounded by the sea, its islands were dotted with numerous mountain peaks.

The valleys between these peaks were perpetually shrouded in thick mist, adding an air of mystery to the Land of Water.

Kirigakure, Mizukage's Office.

Bang!

An elderly man with a long white beard braided into a single strand slammed a document onto the desk with force.

"Look at this!"

"I've said from the beginning that we should stick to the isolationist and balanced policies with the mainland!"

"We should focus on steady development, patiently waiting for the right opportunities, and advancing cautiously!"

"Instead of implementing this 'Village of the Bloody Mist' policy! Rushing for quick results has drained the potential of our younger generation in Kirigakure!"

"Mizukage-sama, do you remember my advice back then?"

Though advanced in age, the elder's vigor was impressive as he loudly confronted the Third Mizukage seated behind the desk.

"Elder Karatachi, please calm down... calm down..."

A round-faced man in his forties tried to mediate.

However, this only seemed to ignite the elder's fiery temper further.

Elder Karatachi snorted and said, "Development?"

"How many talents has this 'Village of the Bloody Mist' policy produced over the generations? Impressive? It's just the same old story."

"The Mizukage has his reasons, sure. But what secret techniques or Kekkei Genkai does Kirigakure have to boast about?"

"And what about Konohagakure? They dominate with two of the Three Great Dōjutsu."

"The God of Shinobi... the White Fang of Konoha, the Sannin, the Yellow Flash—masters emerge one after another."

"And what about Kirigakure? After the complete annihilation of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, what's left?"

"Now even someone like Kitagawa is serving as a captain of the ANBU and leading assault teams. Is he qualified?"

"He's not! He doesn't have the ability, understand? And now he's been captured, and the enemy's demanding ransom from us..."

"We've lost to Konoha, and now we've lost to Sunagakure. Soon there'll be no one left to lose to among the Five Great Nations..."

"And after Sunagakure? Are we going to lose to the Land of Rain next?"

"We've lost all dignity!"

Elder Karatachi's tirade was relentless, his words like a barrage of cannon fire, showing no regard for the increasingly dark expressions on the faces of those around him.

"This... this..."

The round-faced man stammered, unable to find a response.

Finally, as if struck by inspiration, he said, "We must drain the swamp!"

"When pushed to the brink, only then can we ignite the national and village spirit of our people!"

"After this battle, Kirigakure will surely be the first to prepare for the Fourth Great Ninja War! We'll be the most proactive!"

"Oh?!"

Elder Karatachi shot a sideways glance at the round-faced man.

"Prepare? How do we prepare now?"

"The Seven Ninja Swordsmen are completely gone, and three of the Seven Swords are missing. Samehada and the Thunder Swords have vanished too!"

"Do you have candidates for the new generation of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen?"

"Oh... no, it's now just the 'Four Ninja Swordsmen'..."

"And the Three-Tails? Instead of finding a way to utilize it ourselves, we sealed it into some kid and tried to send it to Konoha to detonate."

"And what happened? Konoha remains unscathed, and now the Three-Tails is gone too."

"Look at Sunagakure—they only have the One-Tail!"

"And now they've produced what appears to be a Perfect Jinchūriki who wiped out nearly our entire force!"

"Your previous methods were completely wrong!"

Elder Karatachi continued his scathing critique, while the round-faced man began to sweat profusely under the barrage of accusations.

"Enough!"

The Third Mizukage's voice cut through the tension. His face was equally grim. After all, the failed policies had been his doing, and there was little he could say to refute the elder's arguments.

[TN-Final: Original Term - "尸骨脉" - Final Translation: "Shikotsumyaku" - Justification: This is the canonical term for the Kaguya clan's Bloodline Limit, meaning "Dead Bone Pulse"]

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