Chapter 340: Art Lies In...
His Lord Hokage's unhurried, calm voice fell into Mizuki's ears—yet made Mizuki shiver violently. He hastily shook his head repeatedly.
"Unreasonable!"
"Extremely unreasonable!"
"They definitely... committed treason!"
"Previous Konoha Village definitely collapsed because they coordinated from within with external forces!"
"For such traitorous scum, everyone has the right to execute them. Absolutely cannot let them off easily!"
Mizuki waved his arms, face somewhat flushed from excitement—resembling a perceptive, loyally devoted guard uncovering conspiracies.
"Hahahaha..." Yasushi laughed heartily with satisfaction, pointing at Mizuki while praising: "Mizuki-kun truly is loyal!"
"This task is entrusted to you then. Create a detailed plan, strive for cleaning out all these traitorous dogs in one sweep—especially cannot let them take their vast fortunes abroad."
"Additionally, on my return journey, I witnessed bandits everywhere. Rogue ninja and mountain bandits rampaging throughout the country."
"They don't dare provoking major powers, only bullying commoners. Causing our village to severely lack people now—insufficient even for farming, restoring ranches and workshops. Extremely detestable—clean them out too!"
Yasushi smoothly issued orders, tone casual like assigning ordinary errands—yet content brimmed with murderous intent.
"I understand!" Mizuki comprehended completely, hastily standing straight—using actual actions responding to Yasushi's trust.
"Lord Hokage, rest assured. After returning, I'll immediately draft plans, definitely eliminating all these fellows completely—then taking their wealth to compensate village losses."
"Very good. I trust your work."
Yasushi satisfactorily waved, signaling Mizuki's departure.
After Mizuki left, Yasushi clapped again, summoning White Zetsu.
"Did you obtain the items?"
"Naturally." White Zetsu produced a scroll, unrolling it to release numerous test tubes.
"This one's the daimyo's, this is the Finance Minister's, this is the Tax Official's..."
White Zetsu introduced each individually before regretfully stating:
"Many more nobles couldn't be found. That chaos you caused killed too many nobles—many burned to ash in fires, not even dregs remaining."
"No matter." Yasushi dismissively waved. "Nobles are like weeds—spring winds blow, they regrow. Generation after generation. Never completely eradicated."
"Hope their descendants obey their fathers' words. Otherwise, I don't mind reuniting entire families."
After obtaining desired items, Yasushi found a secluded location, forming seals again—activating Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation.
For ordinary people, only consuming lowest-quality White Zetsu sufficed. Not remotely distressing.
Dozens of coffins rumbled from underground. Lids slid away, revealing luxuriously dressed yet confused, hollow-eyed figures inside.
They still carried remnants of final terror or arrogance from life. Consciousness remained immersed in death's instant darkness—not yet fully understanding this "return."
Their memories still lingered at their murder moment. Emerging, they immediately saw Uchiha Yasushi.
When vision focused, seeing that coldly smiling face—near-death memories and fear instantly resurrected like tidal waves. All frightened nearly to dying again.
Screams instantly pierced the air. The group resembled startled birds, chaotically fleeing in all directions—trying escaping this nightmarish existence, mutually shoving and colliding in complete disorder.
"Help... someone help..."
"Where are the guards? Where did they all die?"
"Annoying!" Yasushi frowned, shouting sternly. His hand seal changed. All fleeing figures froze simultaneously—as though pulled by invisible threads. Movements stiffly and uniformly turned around, taking completely uncontrolled steps, staggering back to original positions. Knees softened, uniformly kneeling before Yasushi.
Dust rose. These nobles' expressions transformed from terror into incredulous horror.
"What's happening? Why can't I control my own body?"
"Damn it! I'm Fire Country nobility! How dare you humiliate me like this?"
"You—you became Hokage? Without my permission, who would recognize you as Hokage?"
"You dare breaking shinobi world rules? Other nations' daimyo won't forgive you!"
After shock came shame and fury-filled cursing.
Even though bodies knelt puppet-like, their long-cultivated arrogance and superstitious faith in "rules" still supported their final verbal resistance.
Though their voices already trembled with fear, they still tried intimidating this "ninja" who obviously didn't play by conventional rules—using status, using regulations.
Watching these fools whose bodies couldn't move yet still stubbornly shouted endlessly, Yasushi couldn't help frowning deeply, feeling quite displeased.
"Looks like Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation still requires improvement!"
"Clearly even bodies can be controlled. Why can't I manage shutting these fellows' mouths?"
"This makes no sense!"
"Sigh, no choice—must use somewhat crude methods."
Yasushi sighed, hooking his finger. His arm transformed into Wood Release form. Vine after vine rapidly grew from his arm, shooting forth urgently.
"Thud, thud, thud"—muffled sounds rang continuously. All cursing abruptly ceased, leaving only a row of bodies "skewered" on vines—maintaining kneeling postures, eyes wide open.
Those vines pierced from these nobles' mouths, penetrating oral cavities before emerging from back of skulls—carrying out several Edo Tensei fragments.
He shook his hand. Vines automatically detached from his arm—like conscious ropes, self-wrapping and knotting at penetration wounds, forming crude yet sturdy "mouth gags" on each person's head, sealing mouths tightly shut. Vine ends still swayed slightly like tentacles.
Moments later, these nobles' heads were completely reassembled from fragments. But mouths were already firmly plugged by vines—unable producing any sound whatsoever.
"Mmph... mmph..."
These nobles glared with shocked fury, eyeballs nearly bulging from sockets—seemingly cursing something angrily.
But all sounds remained blocked in throats. Only incomprehensible, meaningless weak whimpering leaked from mouths.
"Ah, finally quiet." Yasushi satisfactorily clapped while circling these fellows twice, extremely satisfied with his creativity. "Art! Truly art!"
"You useless fellows—completely worthless except stubborn mouths—deserve exactly this treatment."
"Now I ask you—have you figured out who's in charge here?"
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