The Hand of God Creates the Strongest Hidden Mist Village

Chapter 103 Samui is already in the shape of a mature man.

In the border region between the Land of Hot Water and the Land of Thunder, there is a valley called Thunder Gorge.

The terrain here is treacherous, with towering cliffs on both sides. Thunderclouds often gather here, and lightning flashes across the sky from time to time, reflecting the rushing torrents at the bottom of the valley, hence the name.

Today, this place has become an important assembly point for the Cloud Hidden Frontline troops.

Deep in the canyon, camps built against the mountainside stretch out in a row, and the banners of the Cloud Hidden Banner flutter in the damp mountain breeze.

Patrolling Cloud Ninja squads moved through the area, creating a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Since the death of the Third Raikage, Kumogakure suffered repeated setbacks in the Third Shinobi World War, and its morale plummeted.

Although the war with Konoha has temporarily ceased, the troops have not completely withdrawn to the Land of Lightning. Instead, they are stationed on the border, partly to rest and recover, and partly to guard against a possible counterattack from Konoha or an invasion by other countries.

"This place can be considered a wonder of the ninja world."

The swiftly arriving Gouju Cheng reached Leiming Gorge in just one day.

He hid on a rocky peak with a wide view, looking down at the continuous Cloud Village camp in the valley below. The ripples of the Rinnegan in his eyes moved slightly, taking in the layout of the camp, the sentry posts, the patrol routes, and some nodes with strong chakra reactions.

"Heavily guarded—"

Gouju Cheng touched his chin.

Kumogakure is, after all, a ninja village known for its martial prowess and discipline. Even with a temporary truce, the defenses along its border remain firmly in place.

For an ordinary person, sneaking in unnoticed and finding Samui would be an impossible task.

But this is obviously no problem in the face of my invincible divine power.

Shenwei, activate.

His Sharingan in his left eye activated again, and the triangular windmill slowly rotated.

Space began to twist and rotate silently.

The next moment, Makoto Goji's figure disappeared silently from the rocky peak, like an ink droplet merging into the water.

Cloud Hidden Camp, East Side Camp Area.

Inside a simple and clean tent.

Samui had just finished a round of daily training and was drying his wet, short, golden hair with a towel.

She was wearing only a tight-fitting dark vest that outlined her stunning curves, and fine beads of sweat clung to her fair skin, giving it a healthy glow under the light.

The tent was simply furnished, with a bed, a low table, and some personal ninja tools and belongings arranged neatly, reflecting her meticulous personality.

She walked to the low table, picked up the kettle, and was about to pour water.

Suddenly, her body stiffened slightly.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible look of confusion and emptiness crossed those beautiful blue eyes, but they quickly returned to their clear state.

The space beside her distorted silently the next moment.

Gouju Cheng's figure, as if stepping out of an ink painting, quietly appeared in the shadows of a corner of the tent.

The entire process went unnoticed, and even the slightest fluctuation of chakra was perfectly concealed by Kamui's spatial properties.

Samui turned around and looked at Gojima Makoto.

Her eyes had returned to the slightly vacant but absolutely obedient state that came after being deeply affected by the Sharingan's power.

"Owner."

"good!"

Gouju nodded in satisfaction.

The genjutsu manipulation of the Mangekyou Sharingan, after having deep instructions implanted in the brain, was even more effective than expected.

Samui not only obeyed him absolutely, but also perfectly concealed himself in front of outsiders, maintaining a normal behavior pattern, so there was no possibility of him being exposed.

"How's the situation in Kumogakure lately?"

Gouju Cheng walked to the low table and sat down, casually looking Samui up and down while pouring himself a glass of water and asking questions as if this were his own territory.

Samui showed no change in expression and spoke softly.

"Reporting to Master, the main force of the Cloud Village is currently stationed in Thunder Gorge and the surrounding area, in a state of rest and alert."

"The fighting between the front lines and Konoha has temporarily ceased due to supply line issues and internal adjustments, but small-scale skirmishes are still occurring between the two sides at the border. Lord Ai and Lord Bi are both at the camp."

"Lord Ai is in the main camp discussing follow-up strategies with the staff, which may involve whether to continue fighting Konoha or adjust the direction to deal with other threats such as Iwagakure and Kirigakure."

"Bi-sama————"

"He's holding a concert at a makeshift venue he cleared behind the camp." It's supposedly to boost morale, but most of the ninjas are annoyed by it, and few are going to watch.

Upon hearing this, Makoto Goji's lips twitched involuntarily.

Kirabi —

That future Eight-Tails Jinchuriki, the Killer Bee of Kumogakure, the RAP maniac.

Holding a concert on the front lines of a war?

That's really his style.

"Besides Ai and Killer Bee, who else in the camp should we be wary of?" Makoto Karatachi continued to ask.

"Lord Tsuchidai is currently in charge of all political and intelligence work within the camp. He is the leader of the Cloud Village Jonin Team and possesses the Lava Release Kekkei Genkai."

"Lord Darui is currently in charge of the camp's daily defense and training. He is Lord Ai's right-hand man, very strong, possesses the Storm Release Kekkei Genkai, and also received guidance from the Third Raikage, mastering the Black Lightning."

"Lord Troy possesses Magnet Release, Lord Saluka possesses Storm Release, and—"

Samui listed the high-ranking officials and key figures of the Cloud Hidden Camp in detail.

Gouju Cheng listened while quickly analyzing the situation in his mind.

The AB brothers were both present, as were Darui and Tutai, the future core members of the Cloud Village.

The lineup of this Cloud Hidden Force is truly impressive.

Despite the setbacks of war, its strength remains and it should not be underestimated.

"What are your next strategic intentions, Cloud Village? Do you intend to continue your deadly struggle against Konoha, or will you seek another target?"

Gouju Cheng asked the most crucial question.

Samui paused for a moment, seemingly recalling and organizing the information.

"Based on some discussions and fragments of intelligence I've heard, the higher-ups are not currently in agreement."

"A group of radicals advocated that, taking advantage of the opportunity when Konoha's eastern front was tied down by Kirigakure and its western front was locked in a standoff with Iwagakure, they should concentrate their forces to launch another surprise attack on the Land of Fire from the north in order to salvage their reputation and recover their losses."

"Another group of conservatives believes that Kumogakure has suffered too many losses in the repeated wars and should take a break to recuperate and strengthen its defenses. They suggest that Lord A should return to the village to inherit the position of the Fourth Raikage first, and then use diplomatic means to sow discord between Konoha, Iwagakure, and Kirigakure, making them wear each other down, so that Kumogakure can reap the benefits."

"Lord Ai seems to favor the latter, but he is also observing the situation on the eastern front of Konoha. If Konoha is further severely damaged by Kirigakure, he may change his mind."

really.

Gouju sneered inwardly.

Yunyin was terrified of being beaten, but he hadn't completely given up and was still waiting to take advantage of the situation.

This is normal, though. Between nations, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests.

"Any progress on the intelligence regarding the evil cult?"

Gouju Cheng changed the subject.

"Regarding the evil cult, the Cloud Village's operation to eradicate it in the Land of Hot Water did not go smoothly. The enemy seems to have received advance warning, and the core members have moved away. Only some peripheral believers have been captured, and the valuable intelligence obtained is limited."

"Okay, I understand."

Gouju Cheng stood up, walked to the edge of the tent, and peeked outside through the gap in the curtain.

As darkness fell, lights began to illuminate various parts of the camp.

"Continue to maintain the status quo and keep an eye on the movements of the Cloud Village's higher-ups, especially the discussions regarding the battle between the Hidden Mist Village and the Leaf Village. If there is any important intelligence, transmit it through the coded message I gave you before."

"Yes, Master," Samui replied, bowing his head.

Gouju Makoto glanced at her and suddenly asked, "Are your injuries all healed?"

Samui was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting that Gojima would care about this.

"—I've fully recovered. Thank you for your concern, Master."

"Okay, then wear more clothes. It's windy in this shabby place, so don't catch a cold. You can wear less while I'm here."

Gouju nodded and said nothing more.

His manipulation of Samui was based on Sharingan genjutsu combined with mental suggestion; he controlled her gradually and subtly, rather than directly turning her into a puppet.

This method of control won't be very effective in the short term, and it can only be achieved when there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides.

If you encounter someone with exceptionally strong mental or visual power, it might even be dispelled.

But as time goes by, this subtle control will deepen until it eventually merges completely with one's true nature, until it becomes entirely in the shape and form of Makoto Kajiki.

Yes, just like you think.

I'm leaving. Take care.

""

"Yes, Master!"

Gouju Cheng did not linger any longer, and the divine power in his eyes was reawakened.

Space distorted, and his figure slowly merged into the void and disappeared.

Inside the tent, silence returned.

Samui stood there for a long while before the emptiness in his eyes slowly faded, and he regained his usual cold and sharp expression. His expression was completely normal, as if everything that had just happened had never happened.

Behind Leiming Gorge, there is a clearing that has been artificially leveled.

The place was brightly lit, and a makeshift stage had been set up, filled with various musical instruments.

Guitar, bass, drum kit, and even a synthesizer.

Below the stage, a few dozen Cloud Village ninjas stood scattered about.

The expressions on their faces were quite interesting.

Some covered their ears in pain, some stared at the sky with despair, and some tried to block out their hearing with chakra but were afraid of upsetting Killer Bee.

There were also a few people who looked like die-hard Killer Bee fans—well, they were probably forced to become fans—stiffly twisting their bodies to the rhythm.

On stage, a tall, muscular man with dark skin, wearing sunglasses and a top hat, and covered in metal chains, is holding an exaggeratedly designed guitar and screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Yo~! Brothers of Kumogakure! Raise your hands!"

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"The shadow of war must be driven away with music!"

"Follow my rhythm! Don't be shy!~"

"Killer Bee! Let's have a blast in space!~"

It is Killer Bee, the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki!

His singing voice was like the clanging of a broken gong mixed with the friction of metal, extremely penetrating, echoing throughout the entire back mountain valley.

Combined with his wild guitar strumming and convulsive stage movements.

scene----

It was incredibly impressive.

On the side of the stage, Darui, sporting a head of white spiky hair, had droopy eyelids and a desperate expression that seemed to say, "Why am I here? I want to go home."

Occasionally, patrolling Cloud Village ninjas would pass by, but they would all seem to have seen some kind of monstrous flood, immediately quickening their pace and fleeing this sonic pollution zone without looking back.

In this chaotic atmosphere of demons dancing wildly.

On a towering rock face hundreds of meters away from the stage, space is slightly distorted.

Gouju Cheng's figure quietly emerged.

He stood on the edge of the rock face, looking down at the bustling concert below, his lips twitching uncontrollably.

Although he knew Killer Bee was abstract, he didn't expect this guy to be this abstract!

Sure enough, in the original work, this guy's abstract performance was largely overshadowed by his hard power, to the point that Makoto Karatachi developed a kind of bias towards him.

"If this guy's a rapper, then isn't that guy with the big bowl of wide noodles a god?!"

"No, no, calm down."

Gouju Cheng rubbed his ears, which had been ravaged by the noise, and his eyes gradually became serious.

Putting aside the ear-piercing rap and the exaggerated performance.

On stage, Killer Bee's chakra, as vast as a volcano yet perfectly controlled, and the power unique to the tailed beast deep within that chakra, clearly told Makoto Karatachi what terrifying power this seemingly comedian possessed.

Jinchūriki!

It's unclear whether Killer Bee is currently just a Jinchūriki who can perfectly control the Tailed Beasts, or if he has already become a perfect Jinchūriki.

These two are different.

The former refers to a Jinchūriki who, through their own immense power and understanding of the Tailed Beasts, achieves perfect control over their power.

Such Jinchūriki can unleash almost 100% of the power of the Tailed Beast, making them extremely powerful. Yagura, who became the Jinchūriki of the Three-Tails, is such a Jinchūriki!

The latter.

That is an existence that can coexist harmoniously with the tailed beasts, understand their thoughts, and unleash the terrifying power of the tailed beasts at two hundred percent!

"How about we give it a try?"

Gouju Cheng had a good idea.

A perfect Jinchuriki is immune to genjutsu. Even powerful genjutsu control at the Kaleidoscope level cannot control a perfect Jinchuriki.

But if Killer Bee hasn't truly achieved a connection with the Eight-Tailed Gyūki yet—

At this moment, inside the main camp tent.

A burly man, as big as a bear, with dark skin, short blond hair and a beard, stood with his arms crossed in front of a huge sand table, his brows furrowed.

He wore only a white sleeveless vest, revealing his muscular arms, which still bore some scars from battles. He looked like a ferocious beast that could erupt at any moment.

"So, Konoha is currently facing a critical situation on the eastern front, and even the Yellow Flash has been redeployed there?"

Ai's voice echoed like muffled thunder within the tent.

-

"Yes, Lord Ai."

A Cloud Village intelligence jonin bowed and reported: "According to our confirmed intelligence from multiple sources, Minato Namikaze and his direct troops left the Grass Country battlefield three days ago to rush to the eastern part of the Fire Country to deal with the Kirigakure offensive."

"The Hidden Mist's counterattack this time was exceptionally fierce, and Konoha lost several important strongholds, suffering considerable losses. In particular—after the Cangnan Supply Station and the Kazemura Valley Transfer Station were destroyed by Makoto Karatachi, Konoha's logistics system on the eastern front was almost paralyzed."

When the Cangnan supply station was mentioned, the expressions of several high-ranking members of the Cloud Village changed slightly.

The news of the Cangnan supply station had already spread to the higher-ups of all the major ninja villages through various channels.

That destructive power instilled fear and unease in everyone.

"Hmph, those water rats from Kirigakure are quite capable of jumping around."

Ai snorted, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

The Hidden Cloud Village and the Hidden Mist Village didn't have any deep-seated hatred, but they also didn't have much of a relationship.

Seeing Konoha suffer a setback, he felt a mix of emotions, a sense of schadenfreude mixed with wariness of the formidable power displayed by Kirigakure.

"Lord Ai, this is an opportunity."

A gray-haired, wiry-faced elder of the Hidden Cloud Village spoke in a deep voice: "Konoha is under immense pressure on both the eastern and western fronts, and its forces are stretched thin. Perhaps we can—"

"Perhaps we can take this opportunity to stab Konoha in the back again?"

Ai interrupted him, her expression unfriendly: "Elder, don't forget our current situation."

"Father killed in battle, elite troops decimated, morale low, and supplies strained. Should we provoke Konoha now?"

"What if the Yellow Flash launches a surprise attack, or the Hidden Mist suddenly withdraws its forces, and Konoha turns its full attention to us? Can you bear the consequences?"

The elder was taken aback, his face turning somewhat unpleasant, but he dared not refute.

The current Cloud Village truly cannot afford another large-scale defeat.

"Comparing people."

"Master Bi is singing on the cliff behind us—uh, doing his daily training. Should we call him over?"

"never mind."

Ai waved her hand and rubbed her temples in frustration.

Since his father's death in battle, his younger brother, Killer Bee, the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki, has become one of the most important strategic forces and spiritual pillars of Kumogakure.

Although he seems more carefree than usual and likes rap, he is absolutely reliable when it matters.

But—can the Hidden Cloud Village really withstand a major battle now?

Ai's gaze swept across the symbols representing the various factions on the sand table—Konoha, Kirigakure, and Iwagakure—and finally landed on the blue flag representing Kumogakure, a strong sense of resentment and powerlessness welling up inside him.

Once upon a time, the Hidden Cloud Village was strong and ambitious, attempting to seize the greatest benefits in the Third Shinobi World War and recreate or even surpass the glory of the Second Raikage's era.

But reality dealt them a heavy blow.

Yixiantian suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Sunagakure. The Third Raikage fought valiantly to cover the main force's retreat but died in an encirclement and annihilation operation by Iwagakure. Subsequently, he was repeatedly thwarted by Minato Namikaze of Konoha.

Now, Yunyin is like a wounded tiger. Although its claws and fangs are still there, it has lost too much blood and urgently needs to lick its wounds and recover its strength.

Taking this opportunity, should they proactively go out to Konoha, which was under siege?

No, the risk is too great.

But just watching Konoha fight fiercely against Kirigakure and Iwagakure, while Kumogakure could only cower on the border and do nothing, Ai felt really frustrated.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the ground seemed to tremble, and everyone in the tent was startled.

An earthquake?!

wrong!

The air suddenly became thick and heavy.

An indescribable, terrifying aura, filled with destruction and violence, erupted from the back of the canyon like an ancient beast awakening!

The thunderclouds in the sky seemed to be drawn by something, and began to churn wildly, with the lightning becoming more intense and frenzied.

The earth is trembling!

It wasn't the even shaking of an earthquake, but rather as if some enormous creature was struggling, roaring, and wreaking havoc!

Inside the tent, the expressions of all the high-ranking members of the Cloud Hidden Sect changed drastically in an instant.

This aura—this brutality and madness that seemed to crush the soul—

"It's... the Eight-Tails' chakra!"

Ai's face turned ashen, and he almost roared.

He was all too familiar with this aura; it was the chakra of the Eight-Tails, Gyūki!

Eight tails————

It's gone berserk!