"This…"
Hōzuki Ryōgetsu gave a bitter smile.
"Lord Amekage, the remaining clans that refuse to submit are led by stubborn old relics."
"No matter how much power you display, they won't join the Hidden Rain."
"Who said anything about persuading them properly?"
Ning Feng looked at him as if the question were strange.
"If they refuse, just kill them."
"Right now, Kirigakure is leaderless and mostly destroyed."
"If they don't join us, they'll eventually be taken in by other villages."
"And they'll carry hatred toward me—why would I leave future enemies alive?"
"This…"
Ryōgetsu sighed softly.
These were all clans of Kirigakure—people he had known for years.
But Ning Feng's killing intent was already set.
If he spoke too much, he might end up dead as well.
Just to avoid future enemies…
He would eliminate all who refused?
Was he truly unafraid of provoking the entire ninja world?
Watching Ning Feng walk ahead, Ryōgetsu could only follow.
"Start with the nearest clan."
Ning Feng's sharp gaze swept over the Hōzuki clan members behind him.
"Have you packed everything you're taking?"
"Once we finish cleaning up the disobedient ones, we return to the Hidden Rain."
The clan members trembled.
"Yes!"
Satisfied, Ning Feng waved his hand.
"Let's go."
…
"How is it…"
Uchiha Obito stood atop a high cliff, staring toward Kirigakure, still shaken.
"Uchiha Feng… is absorbing the village's clans."
Behind him, Black Zetsu half-submerged in the ground replied.
"Damn it!"
Obito slammed his fist into the rock beside him, cracks spreading like a spiderweb.
He hadn't expected Ning Feng to go this far.
Not only had he crushed their forces—
He was now taking Kirigakure's clans?
If most of them were taken…
Kirigakure would exist in name only.
And the Eye of the Moon Plan would be as good as finished.
Obito's expression grew darker.
But he had no way to stop Ning Feng.
In strength—he lost.
In intelligence—he was completely exposed.
In power—his Hidden Mist was being dismantled piece by piece.
How could he continue?
Even Black Zetsu felt helpless.
If only they had chosen Uchiha Feng from the start…
Madara had placed great hopes on Obito.
But now—
Ning Feng was clearly far superior.
Even his actions—collecting tailed beasts—aligned perfectly with the Eye of the Moon Plan.
For a moment, a thought crossed Black Zetsu's mind—
What if they recruited Ning Feng instead?
"Black Zetsu, inform me the moment Uchiha Feng leaves."
Obito's voice trembled with suppressed rage.
He even began to resent Black Zetsu for ordering the attack on Nagato.
If Nagato had just continued digging graves quietly…
Would Kirigakure have suffered this disaster?
His gaze toward Black Zetsu turned cold.
Feeling the chill, Black Zetsu quickly sank into the ground.
"I'll notify you once he leaves."
…
"How many clans are left?"
After wiping out another defiant clan, Ning Feng turned to Ryōgetsu.
"St-still over a dozen…"
Ryōgetsu swallowed nervously.
Behind them trailed a growing group of shinobi—
Bent slightly at the waist, afraid to even look directly at Ning Feng.
These were the clans he had already absorbed.
Along with rogue ninja and lower-ranked Mist shinobi.
They had followed him the entire time—
Witnessing him crush one clan after another.
Now they finally understood—
Just how terrifying the Amekage truly was.
"Forget it. We'll leave the rest."
Ning Feng stretched lazily.
"Everyone, prepare to return."
"Yes!"
The group responded in unison.
He had spent nearly a full day in Kirigakure, rapidly sweeping through resistant clans with overwhelming force.
The ones worth taking had already been secured.
If he stayed longer—
Other villages might arrive.
At that point, he could end up surrounded.
Handling the remaining clans wasn't worth the risk.
His actions today would already make every village far more wary of the Hidden Rain.
After all—
A village's foundation lay in its clans.
As long as those bloodlines endured, revival was possible.
But Ning Feng had effectively uprooted Kirigakure's future.
Even if Obito returned, he would find only a crippled shell.
From this point on—
The Land of Water could almost be erased from the Five Great Nations.
A massive procession set out from Kirigakure, heading toward the Hidden Rain.
…
"What?! They've already fought Lord Feng in Kirigakure?!"
Inside the Hidden Rain Village, Konan covered her mouth in shock as she looked at the exhausted Nagato.
Nagato was covered in dust, his body worn from nonstop travel.
He hadn't rested for a moment, rushing back to deliver the news.
Now that he had, he collapsed.
"This…"
Konan panicked.
Beside her, Uchiha Itachi's expression darkened.
He immediately summoned the ANBU.
There was no time to comfort her.
Though he knew his younger brother was strong—
Facing the combined elite forces of three villages, plus the Fifth Mizukage…
Even he wouldn't be confident of escaping unscathed.
And so much time had passed…
Could something have happened?
His face grew even more grim.
Dozens of ANBU gathered, ready to depart at a moment's notice.
"Lady Konan! Lord Itachi! Lord Feng has returned!"
A voice full of excitement rang out from outside.
Moments later—
A familiar figure stepped through the doorway.
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