Chapter 107

Heavenly Mist Illusion God Stream

Chapter 107 Heavenly Mist Illusion God Stream

After Yura conquered the Yuki clan, the entire Yuki clan submitted to Kirigakure.

The news spread rapidly throughout Asagiri Island and the other islands overnight, and the ninja clans on each island were filled with fear and unease.

They all realized that their clan's carefree days were coming to an end.

If they don't find a way to escape, they will be met by the Hidden Mist Ninja Corps, who will soon come knocking. The reactions of the various ninja clans will vary.

On Wakaba Island, several small ninja clans live separately and get along fairly well on a daily basis. Although there are occasional frictions, they will tacitly unite to repel any outsiders who come to the island.

At this moment, the atmosphere at the Little Ninja Clan's joint family meeting was terribly oppressive.

Everyone realized a possibility, but no one was willing to be the first to speak up.

After a long while, an old clan head spoke up in a somber tone: "It's impossible to defeat Kirigakure, especially that Oni-hime. She's an even more terrifying ninja than Gengetsu. Let's surrender."

The establishment of Kirigakure was not peaceful; it was a process of conquering large tracts of territory by fighting and fighting. In the early stages, Kirigakure focused its efforts on the main island, Asagiri Island, and neglected the surrounding smaller islands. Once Kirigakure was officially established, most of its energy was devoted to cleaning up the chaotic situation on the main island. Two years later, last year, Kirigakure finally had the time to reclaim the islands that were affiliated with Asagiri Island.

However, Huan Yue ran into the Snow Clan and the Bamboo Clan from the very beginning, and things became deadlocked, leaving her no time to deal with them.

Now, the tall ninja clans in front of them have fallen one after another. Who knows when Kirigakure will attack? That day will come soon, and the situation no longer allows them to stand by and watch.

As soon as the old man surrendered, the ninja clan leaders in the hall all breathed a sigh of relief.

"I second that!"

"I second that!"

"I second that!"

"I second that!"

The group exchanged glances and smiled knowingly, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

A single thought rises from the mist, and suddenly the world seems vast.

Having one or more bosses above you isn't a big deal; your life is more important. No matter how reluctant you are to give up your power and the life of a local tyrant, you have no choice but to relinquish it.

On another island, Yugiri Island.

This place is close to another continent different from the Ninja Continent. Due to its location and historical factors, it is an important port for trade and communication between the Ninja Continent and another continent. Therefore, the entire island is a prosperous commercial center. However, since the establishment of the Ninja Village, it has become somewhat desolate. The local powerful clans that made their fortunes through island trade, under pressure from the covetous eyes of Kirigakure, had long sensed the danger and fled with their entire clans, leaving behind only the unwilling Ninja Clan.

Having lost their employers and their source of missions, the two largest ninja clans on the island are facing considerable hardship.

These two clans, whose ancestors fled war from another continent to the ninja world, will never flee back.

The most distinctive feature of the two races is their appearance, which is different from that of humans in the ninja world.

One group is called Dried Persimmon. Although their body size is normal human, they look like sharks, with obvious gill features on their faces, clearly indicating that they have the ability to breathe underwater.

The other race consists of small giants who are over three meters tall. They are large and thick-waisted, and although they do not have gills, they have a mouthful of sharp teeth. Their appearance is no different from that of normal humans. This is the Red Persimmon race.

The two tribes were old friends, both rivals and allies.

In the hall, the group of ninjas stood solemnly facing each other, divided into two groups. At the head of each group was a man and a large, round woman.

Even when the woman is seated, she is still over three meters tall, making the man, who is at least 1.8 meters tall, appear exceptionally short.

"Red Persimmon." The Dried Persimmon Clan Chief's ferocious shark-like face broke into a forced smile as he asked, "What are your plans?"

With a sudden slam on the armrest, the massive woman, her small eyes narrowed and her long black hair flowing wildly, uttered in a voice like muffled thunder: "You're not scared, are you, Hoshinobi!"

Hoshigaki grinned, revealing a mouthful of shark teeth, and said, "Don't say things like that. I'm discussing countermeasures with you."

"Attack!!!" Red Persimmon roared fiercely, his face contorted with malice. "What kind of demon princess is this! Bring it on!"

"It might not be Onihime who comes," Hoshigaki said. "Kirigakure has a newly established Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, and Yukihime has already joined Kirigakure, so it might be Yukihime who comes."

Mentioning Yukihime, a deep sense of dread flashed in Akashi's eyes.

Although Yukihime was defeated, her ice-style techniques remain a natural enemy for the water-style ninjas.

"No matter what, I will not hand over the territory left by my ancestors!" Red Persimmon said fiercely. "Dry Persimmon, if you want to betray us, unless all of us Red Persimmons are wiped out, my answer to you will always be the same!"

Are they all dead?

Dried persimmon lowered his eyelids.

On the other side, on Tenmiri Island, there are no ninja clans, but deep within the island, an ancient lineage of the ninja world still exists.

They were not gathered together as ninja clans bound by blood, but rather as a group formed by lineage and school of thought, originating from the ancient era of ninja sects.

In the ancient and solemn hall of the Tenmu Illusionary God School, dozens of young men and women dressed in blue ninja outfits stood silently. In the main seat, an old man leaning on a cane looked sadly at the few elite disciples in the hall.

Looking back to the era of the Ninja Clan, various schools flourished, and the Tenmiri Illusionary God School was at its peak. But now, with the changing times, it has reached its end. Not only has it been driven to the edge of the Ninja World, but even the only remaining space it has will soon disappear.

"Those hateful ninja clans! Those despicable ninja villages!"

Those ninja clans, having betrayed the Ninja Sect and the ideals of the Sage of Six Paths, were not satisfied with that; even the last remaining member of the Ninja Sect was to be exterminated.

"Teacher!" A group of young men and women looked at the old man with concern.

They were orphans raised by the old man, as well as talented children among the island's commoners.

According to tradition, the elders would select the most outstanding among them to inherit the lineage of the Heavenly Mist Illusion God School.

But he no longer had time. He was too old to fight anymore, and facing the Hidden Mist Village, he could no longer protect everyone as he had in his youth.

He sighed dejectedly and said, "I'm fine."

The group of young disciples looked at their teacher with deep sorrow in their eyes. They were ninjas, from the Tenmiri Genshin-ryu school, and it was not a place where information was scarce.

"Teacher!" At this moment, a young man stepped forward from the crowd, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice, "Please allow me to act; I will go and assassinate the Demon Princess immediately!"

Instantly, the hall erupted in noise as the young disciples volunteered one after another.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Young people may not understand the power of the Demon Princess, but how could he not understand it?

"Shut up, all of you." The old man's face darkened. "There's more than one Oni Princess in Mist Village..."

This is the truly despairing place.