Chapter 191
Land of Thunder, Valley of Hell
Chapter 191 Land of Thunder, Valley of Hell
The eastern coast of the Land of Water.
The sky was a somber, leaden gray, with thick, low-hanging clouds that seemed poised to unleash a torrent of cold rain.
The biting sea wind howled as it swept across the steep cliffs.
Below the cliff, the waves crashed violently against the jagged rocks, shattering into countless bubbles.
At the top of the cliff, four figures stood in the howling wind.
Cardo wrapped his expensive mink coat tighter around himself, his short, stout body shivering in the wind.
He was raising his right hand, staring intently at an extremely fine, intricate black mark on the back of his hand.
His lips moved silently, as if he were whispering something to the mark, his eyes filled with a barely perceptible sense of awe.
To onlookers, the scene appeared somewhat strange.
Miya Shiro stood a little further away, his striking white hair flying wildly in the wind, his large brown coat fluttering in the wind.
The distinctive diamond-shaped sunglasses on his face obscured the upper half of his face, making it impossible to see his specific expression, but the slight tilt of his head showed his intense curiosity about Kado's behavior.
Kisame Hoshigaki stood like a rock beside En Miyagi, his headband, bearing a deep slash, tied to his forehead, his shark-like face expressionless.
Kakuzu, on the other hand, was in a completely different state; he didn't pay much attention to Miyajo En's curiosity.
Those dark green pupils coldly scanned every corner and shadow of every rock around the cliff.
His body, covered in stitches, was slightly tense, and his wide sleeves moved without wind, as if countless dangerous tentacles were poised to strike, ready to deal with any possible threat.
"Don't be nervous." Kakuzu's deep, hoarse voice broke the monotony of the wind. He didn't turn around, but it was clearly directed at the curious Miyajo En and Kisame Hoshigaki.
"This is a unique communication method used within the organization. It allows information to be transmitted instantly, even across thousands of miles." His explanation was brief and direct, carrying a sense of nonchalant indifference, yet revealing the organization's extraordinary methods.
Upon hearing this, Miyajo En's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, seemed to flicker for a moment.
His interest in this mysterious "organization" intensified because of its unusual method of communication.
Not long after Kakuzu finished speaking!
Without warning, a figure stepped out from behind Kado!
The newcomer wore a wide black robe, the sleeves billowing in the wind, and his face was covered by a white three-eyed fox mask, revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed to see through everything.
The moment he appeared, the howling wind seemed to freeze for a moment, and an indescribable, invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire top of the cliff.
"Lord Shura!" Kado immediately lowered his hand, bowed respectfully, and spoke with heartfelt reverence.
Kakuzu also lowered his guard, nodding slightly in greeting, a hint of recognition of absolute power flashing deep in his dark green pupils.
Kisame Hoshigaki narrowed his shark-like eyes slightly, sizing up the asura he had met once before. He didn't say anything, but his tense posture showed that he felt the immense pressure from the other party. He nodded slightly as a greeting.
Miyajo En's reaction was even more pronounced.
The moment the mask appeared, he subconsciously took a half step back, his brows behind the diamond-shaped sunglasses seeming to furrow tightly.
"Space-time ninjutsu, is it...?"
He had never seen such a bizarre way of moving, nor had he ever felt such a concentrated and powerful aura, like the shadow of a village.
Miyajo En carefully examined the mysterious leader of the organization, from his peculiar mask to his composed demeanor, trying to glean any information.
At the same time, he recalled the legends of Shura in the ninja world.
Menma's gaze swept over everyone as if it were a physical object, finally settling on Miyajo En.
The gaze beneath the mask seemed to pierce through the diamond-shaped sunglasses, revealing a pair of hidden, blood-red dragon eyes.
A slight thought flickered in his mind. The man before him, Miyajo En, was much younger than the man he remembered from the last few episodes of Shippuden, who slaughtered his relatives after his wife was forced to death by her clan and then went into business with his daughter. Although his expression was calm, he did not yet possess the composure and nonchalance that he had after more than a decade.
Then, Menma's gaze turned to Kisame Hoshigaki, with a hint of inquiry.
"You..." His voice came through the mask, low and steady, devoid of emotion: "How did you become friends?"
This question seems somewhat abrupt.
Upon hearing this, Miyajo En smiled.
“I never thought that even the legendary ninja world demon could be curious.” Miyajo En spoke first.
His voice came through the whistling wind, carrying a unique magnetism: "Kisame-san, although your appearance... well, doesn't seem like that of a good person,"
Miyajo En paused for a moment, looking at Kisame's shark-like face. He seemed to be carefully choosing his words, and his tone was not offensive, but rather had a strange frankness: "But in reality, he is a person with his own principles and bottom line. In a place like Kirigakure, such a person is... rare."
His words clearly affirmed Kisame's character.
Kisame Hoshigaki let out a low, thunderous hum, which was taken as an admission of Oyajo En's assessment.
He added in his hoarse voice, "Your guidance has confirmed some truths for me. Now, I have no one I can trust in Kirigakure. There are countless people inside and outside the village who want to take my life for the bounty."
Kisame Hoshigaki glanced at Hoshigaki En: "I need a few safe bases, and I also need someone who can provide the necessary supplies and intelligence. I found him outside the village."
"Back then, he was a lone, wandering ninja with connections, and... didn't really care about my identity. We cooperated a few times; he helped me evade capture a few times and provided supplies. I... also owed him a considerable commission before."
Kisame's words were very practical, explaining the connection between the two based on survival needs and limited trust.
Menma listened quietly, his eyes behind the mask thoughtful.
Miyajo En's current identity and state align with the future trajectory he knew. This should be the period before his wife was persecuted to death by his clan, when he operated discreetly as a wandering merchant and ninja.
It seems that the gears of fate have not yet turned to their most cruel moment, and the Blood Pool clan has not yet been wiped out.
"The organization can help you rescue your wife and daughter." The white three-eyed fox mask slightly raised, looking at Miyajo En, who was standing with Kisame Hoshigaki.
Miyajo En's expression remained unwavering as he pushed up his glasses with a single finger: "So, what is the price?"
This is the legendary Asura of the Ninja World, a top-tier powerhouse who can move freely between Konoha and Kumogakure!
Having managed to get such a powerful expert to help, Miyajo En was prepared to pay a price.
“You won’t have to pay a price.” The white three-eyed fox mask shook its head. “I happen to be interested in the bloodline limit of the Blood Pool Clan.”
Beneath the mask, the three-tomoe Sharingan and the red eye were activated simultaneously. The immense power of the eye stared directly at Miyajo En, causing the other party to tremble all over. The Blood Dragon Eye under the sunglasses also activated instinctively.
"I see..." Miyajo En felt the eye power emanating from the two different bloodline limits, and while he was even more surprised, he also understood the price.
That's the entire Blood Pool clan!
"Kado." Menma's voice interrupted the howling wind.
“Yes, sir!” Kado replied immediately.
"Lead the fleet and head towards the southern coast of the Land of Lightning to await orders. Be careful to conceal your movements and avoid attracting unnecessary attention." Menma's order was concise and clear.
"Yes!" Kado respectfully accepted the order.
"The rest of you." Menma's gaze swept over Kakuzu, Kisame, and Miyajo En: "Follow me to Hell Valley in the Land of Lightning."
Before he finished speaking, he had already turned around, facing the vast, surging sea, and without the slightest hesitation, stepped off the edge of the cliff!
His figure did not fall, but landed steadily on the surging sea below!
The moment the black boot soles touched the water, an invisible chakra membrane instantly formed, steadily supporting the raging seawater as if walking on flat ground.
He stood steadily on the undulating waves, his black robe fluttering in the sea breeze, and rode away on the waves.
Kakuzu glanced at Miyajo En and Kisame Hoshigaki, snorted coldly, and leaped off the cliff. Chakra attached to his feet, and he landed steadily on the sea, creating a small ripple.
Kisame Hoshigaki followed closely behind and jumped down, landing on the sea surface with unusual calmness.
Miyajo En leaped down last, his movements carrying a unique lightness. He landed on the sea almost silently, demonstrating remarkable chakra control.
The four of them, like four black silhouettes, ignored the raging sea winds and surging waves, and sped toward the Land of Thunder at an irrational speed.
One day later, in the southern part of the Land of Lightning.
The landscape here is completely different from the fertile coastal plains, presenting a desolate and barren scene.
The land had a sickly grayish-brown color, with sparse vegetation, except for low-lying brambles and drought-resistant shrubs that grew tenaciously.
The air was filled with a faint smell of sulfur and an indescribable sense of oppression.
Before them, a massive canyon, as if cleaved by a giant axe of a god, stretched across the land.
The steep, almost vertical ochre-red rock walls on both sides of the canyon are covered with traces of wind erosion, like dried and congealed blood.
The valley floor is deep and dark, with jagged rocks and a dried-up riverbed faintly visible.
Barrenness, desolation, and lifelessness are the main themes here.
Mianma and his group appeared silently on a towering rock ridge on the outer edge of the canyon.
The hardships of their sea voyage left few marks on them. Kakuzu remained aloof and wary, Kisame cautiously scanned his surroundings, and Miyajo En's sunglasses reflected the dim light of the valley.
"This is Hell Valley, where the Blood Pool Clan has been imprisoned for generations." Miyajo En's expression was sorrowful, as if recalling some unpleasant past events.
Mianma stood at the forefront, not in a hurry to enter the canyon.
He slowly closed his eyes, and his powerful perception, like an invisible tide, spread silently from him to the entire Hell Valley and its surrounding area.
Kagura's Mind's Eye!
The canyon is desolate and lifeless, with magma flowing deep within the rock layers.
And, on either side of the canyon entrance, there were two chakra fluctuations that were deliberately suppressed and hidden very deeply, yet still existed like faint fireflies in the night!
Two ninja from Kumogakure!
They lurked in the crevices of the rocks near the canyon entrance, their presence almost blending into the surrounding environment; they were clearly sentries monitoring the movements of Hell Valley.
Menma's eyes snapped open, piercing through hundreds of meters and the obstruction of rocks with precision, like two cold, sharp swords, instantly locking onto one of the lurking Cloud Ninjas!
The Cloud Ninja was leisurely staring in the direction of the valley entrance.
Suddenly, a chilling feeling, as if being stared at by a wild beast, gripped the heart of this Cloud Ninja!
He felt as if his blood had frozen in that instant, and he was drenched in a chilling cold from head to toe!
The hairs on his body stood on end instantly, and cold sweat poured out like a waterfall, soaking through his inner clothes. The icy sweat flowed down his spine, bringing waves of shivers.
This terrifying, almost tangible gaze lasted only a moment.
Mianma's gaze shifted away, as if he were merely glancing casually at an insignificant stone.
The moment the pressure disappeared, the Cloud Village ninja gasped sharply, as if he had just been pulled from drowning, his lungs burning with pain.
Overwhelmed by fear, he lost all sense of security. He could no longer care about his mission or his equally paralyzed companions. He scrambled out of the crevice where he was hiding and fled for his life towards the Hidden Cloud Village.
His movements were clumsy and filled with the terror of surviving a close call; he only wanted to escape as quickly as possible.
His companion also seemed to awaken from a dream, and followed closely behind. The two hurried figures quickly disappeared at the edge of the barren wasteland.
Mianma seemed not to see the two figures fleeing in a disheveled state, nor did he care about their possible message.
He withdrew his gaze, calmly turned around, and uttered two words to the three people behind him:
"Let's go."
(End of this chapter)