Chapter 89 — Mei Terumi Can't Wait to Change Her Surname to "Uchiha"
"I see… so this is what you wanted me to witness."
Nagato wasn't stupid—quite the opposite.
He understood immediately what Uchiha Yujiro was trying to show him.
He exhaled softly.
"Truly… that's very much your style."
Yujiro smiled.
"Of course. And not just you—"
His gaze swept across Pakura, Tsunade, and Mei Terumi one by one.
"If possible, I also want you three to understand why Akatsuki must exist."
He didn't give them any time to think about it.
He simply raised his hand and issued the order:
"Enough thinking. Save it for after the battle.
Right now—it's our turn.
Mei Terumi."
"Mm~ I'm here."
The red-haired beauty sashayed forward, hips swaying, raising one hand elegantly to her lips.
Water Release · Hidden Mist Technique
Akatsuki didn't even bother waiting for nightfall—they acted with shameless arrogance.
Mei's mist technique was the foundation of their entire raid.
Within moments, the Daimyō's palace was swallowed by a thick, suffocating fog—
visibility zero.
Chaos erupted inside.
Even a minor nation's Daimyō had his own guards.
Not everyone with chakra became a shinobi—
many were traditional samurai, washed-up missing-nin seeking stable pay,
or self-taught fighters looking for easy work.
Against a proper hidden village, they were fodder.
But against civilians? More than enough to terrorize them.
And these "elite bodyguards"—
were exactly the people Yujiro intended to remove.
If they wanted to take over the Land of Rain,
these parasites had to go.
"What the—why's there fog all of a sudden?!"
The inexperienced guards panicked.
Those with sharper instincts drew their swords and kunai at once.
"Enemy attack! Protect the Daimy—"
He didn't even finish the sentence.
A split second later, his entire body was nailed through by a storm of senbon and kunai.
He collapsed without a sound.
Akatsuki
began their assault.
For ordinary fighters, a fog this dense meant total blindness—
no combat possible.
But for a squad of elite, near-Kage-level shinobi?
Sight was optional.
Hearing was optional.
They could kill you without using either.
From the mist came a shrill, manic laugh:
"Kyeh-heh-heh—heeheehee—ahahahaha—!"
Every time Mei melted someone, vaporized someone, blasted someone,
or simply destroyed someone—
her laughter grew happier.
To an outsider, it sounded uncannily like an Uchiha who'd fully awakened.
It was… therapeutic.
Pakura sighed as she charged forward.
"Honestly, this girl is getting more and more in sync with Yujiro…"
Compared to Mei—with her rare dual kekkei genkai and wide arsenal—
Pakura's approach was simple:
Scorch Release.
More Scorch Release.
And kunai skills sharp enough to shame a jōnin.
Yet her killing speed was not lower than Mei's—possibly higher.
After all, Mei had to stop and laugh like a maniac every few seconds.
Together, the two women carved through the outer defenses like reaping grass.
Meanwhile—
Yujiro, Tsunade, and Nagato did not join the massacre.
They simply advanced straight toward the palace's central keep.
Two super-Kage-level fighters
plus one Kage-class fighter
walking together—
the Daimyō's elite guards hardly deserved the honor.
Breaking their lines was easier than snapping a wafer biscuit.
The trio proceeded almost unchallenged,
reaching the council chamber.
They knocked out the last few loyal retainers guarding the door and stepped inside.
There, they found—
The Daimyō of the Land of Rain, trying desperately to appear calm.
And behind him—
a row of trembling nobles, pale as ghosts.
These nobles were the lords and castellans of the Land of Rain—
together they represented nearly ninety percent of the country's ruling class.
On normal days, even if the Daimyō summoned them, they might not all appear.
But when there was silver to divide—
every one of these pigs rushed in like children hearing the dinner bell.
"Who are you people?!
To trespass before me—do you truly think you'll walk away alive?!"
The Daimyō of the Land of Rain pointed at the trio, voice cracking with forced bravado.
He looked like a frail middle-aged man with a big frame but hollow eyes.
His extravagant traditional robes hung loosely—
Yujiro could tell at a glance the man's body had long been hollowed out by wine and women.
On any other day, Yujiro might have tried selling him a bottle of "Ryūchi Cave Vitality Powder."
But today…
That would be pointless.
Yujiro smirked:
"You may call me Douglas MacArthur.
This man beside me is Walton Harris Walker.
And this beauty is Marilyn Monroe."
All three were obviously fake names, yet the Daimyō froze for a moment—as if he half-believed them.
Just as he opened his mouth again—likely to demand they leave—
one of the nobles stepped forward, clearly planning to play "good cop" beside the Daimyō.
"Now now, gentlemen—and the lady—there's no need to be so hostile. If you have demands, we can discuss—"
"Shut up."
Yujiro cut him off coldly.
There was nothing to "discuss."
Negotiation required both sides to be comparable.
Here?
One side was a slime.
The other was a fully armed Predator.
Why negotiate?
The winner takes all.
Yujiro clapped Nagato on the shoulder.
"General Walker, it's your turn."
Nagato stepped forward.
He didn't understand the reference at all—
but he knew exactly what to do.
"Tremble before the judgment of a god!"
A magnificently chūni line—
and then the Rinnegan flared to life.
To subjugate a squad of nobles whose life force had been drained by debauchery?
Child's play.
In a single instant—
Their wills snapped.
Their minds dissolved.
They became puppets—pitiful, hollow shells under Nagato's control.
One by one—
the proud nobles, the "great" lords, the Daimyō himself—
collapsed to their knees before Yujiro, offering absolute submission.
Yujiro chuckled softly.
"Isn't it ironic?"
he said to Nagato and Tsunade.
Without waiting for them to respond, he continued:
"Those who rule always dream of turning the people into mindless puppets.
Yet in the end… they're the ones who became puppets.
Funny, isn't it?"
He laughed—low and pleased.
Walking past the kneeling nobles, Yujiro casually dropped onto the Daimyō's seat.
As if he were sitting at home.
It felt… natural.
Tsunade and Nagato, along with Pakura and Mei Terumi who had just finished clearing the guards,
all turned toward him.
For a moment—
They felt dazed.
As if reality itself had blurred.
Because from this moment forward—
this unnervingly young, terrifyingly capable man
was now the true ruler of the Land of Rain.