Fleeing from Konoha-Chapter 632 - 95: Hoshigaki Kisame and Uchiha Itachi_2
Although his strength was indeed among the top of the Seven-swords Ninja, he really didn’t like the other guy’s personality.
"I’m doing this for the sake of the village. If we keep letting that decrepit Third lead, the village will fall into utter ruin. Anyone who refuses to obey us, just erase them from this world. Kill the leader, and the ones beneath will shut up."
Fuguki said coldly.
A savage gleam flashed in his eyes.
"Fine, so when the time comes, we’ll just go on a killing spree, right?"
Jinin Akebino curled his lips, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.
The only reason he worked with Fuguki was because he liked the feeling of smashing people to death with his hammer.
As for everything else, he didn’t want to get involved. Politics was way too much trouble.
"But, is Biwa Juzo still unwilling to work with us?"
The Seven-swords Ninja were far from united.
Fuguki had understood that from the very start.
He just wanted to recruit more powerful ninjas within the village to serve as his pawns.
The Decapitating Carving Knife’s wielder, Biwa Juzo, was one of his targets for recruitment.
"Juzo has no interest in our affairs. He wants nothing to do with the village power struggle. He took his subordinates to patrol the borders—he’ll only return after the Fourth Mizukage selection meeting is over."
Jinin Akebino replied.
"What a coward. Whatever—guys like that will be useful someday anyway. Shame that Long Blade·Sewing Needle and Blastsword: Shibuki were taken by the Konoha Renegade Ninja, Hyuga Ayane, and are still missing. Otherwise, we’d have two more heavy hitters on our side."
Fuguki remarked.
"Kuriarare Kushimaru and Munashi Jinpachi? Those two called themselves the ’Heartless Duo’, but they got killed chasing down a sickly brat, and their precious blades got snatched. Utter disgrace to the Seven-swords Ninja."
Jinin Akebino sneered contemptuously.
"Either way, they were allies in the past. Compared to the missing Blastsword and Long Blade, the Twinsword: Hiramekarei that’s kept by the Hozuki Clan is actually a pretty good target. I’m planning to let my underling, Kisame, wield the Twinsword: Hiramekarei. His chakra is massive—he’s a perfect fit for that blade."
Fuguki glanced at the teenager standing a short distance behind him.
Deep blue hair, a shark-like face, tall and muscular—a brute by any standard.
"Oh? You mean that brat? Is he really as strong as you say? Qualified to be on equal footing with me? Not every third-rate piece of trash gets to be one of the Seven-swords Ninja."
Jinin Akebino cast a doubtful look at the youth called "Kisame."
"Don’t underestimate Kisame. He’s young, but his potential is huge—he can handle the Twinsword: Hiramekarei with ease."
Fuguki was full of confidence in his subordinate.
"Hmph, suit yourself. I just don’t think a kid like that’s worth anything."
Seeing someone so young being considered worthy of joining the Seven-swords Ninja by Fuguki reminded him of Ringo Ameyuri, that Lightning Style prodigy.
She too had joined the Seven-swords Ninja in her teens, wielding the Lightning Blades Fangs to their limit—her destructive power ranked in the top three of the crew.
If she’d been allowed to grow a few more years, she could’ve easily become the strongest among the Seven-swords Ninja.
Alas, she died in the inner political struggle.
All because her strength was too great—and her hatred for the Blood Mist Faction too deep—which led to that tragedy.
People only remember her as a Lightning Style genius who died of illness.
That darkness will just stay buried forever.
"One thing though, don’t forget—the Hozuki Clan served the previous Mizukage. They’re powerful. Best not to cross them, especially at a time like this."
With these words, Jinin Akebino hefted the Bluntsword·Kabutowari and left the Water Tower.
"That guy—still as unsociable as ever. But that’s exactly why he’s no threat to me. What a simple-minded fool."
Even as he grumbled about Jinin Akebino’s personality, Fuguki didn’t actually dislike working with someone like him.
Idiots like that are the easiest to control.
If every ally was shrewd as a monkey, that would be the nightmare scenario.
The more fools like him the better.
"Are you sure this is the right way?"
The always-silent Kisame suddenly spoke.
"What do you mean, Kisame?"
Fuguki shot back.
"Working with Hidden Cloud like this."
"Don’t worry. The intel we’re giving them is only on enemy ninja, the ones opposing me. Do you think I’d be stupid enough to hand over information on key subordinates like you? Besides, it’s all assassination missions—as long as the opposition loses its leaders, controlling the lower-level ninja will become easy."
Fuguki didn’t notice the hint of oddness in Kisame’s gaze, talking glibly all the while.
"Is that so?"
"Absolutely. Didn’t you once say you came to serve under me because you admired the Seven-swords Ninja? When I become the Fourth Mizukage, I’ll negotiate with the Hozuki Clan and have them hand over the Twinsword: Hiramekarei to you. That’ll finally fulfill your dream of wielding a Ninja Blade. At that point, you’ll be my right-hand man—and together, we’ll rule this village."
