The Hand of God Creates the Strongest Hidden Mist Village

I knew it!

While inwardly cursing the Third Mizukage to the bone, Gouju maintained a facade of fervent loyalty, ready to die for his confidant.

This old guy probably wanted to send me to the front lines a long time ago, but he had no excuse or reason before. Now that he has the chance, he certainly won't let me go.

And it wasn't just sending them to the front lines, it was a mission that meant certain death!

The Mist Blade Project sounds incredibly cool. To put it simply, it's about infiltrating behind enemy lines to carry out sabotage, similar to the previous Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist mission.

Even a team as strong as the Seven Ninja Swordsmen would be easily wiped out. His newly formed team might not even have a few experienced members, making the danger many times greater!

But there was nothing they could do; the big shot had already spoken.

"yes!"

"Your subordinate will do everything in his power to live up to the Mizukage's expectations and use his blade to tear through Konoha's defenses!"

Gouju Cheng's voice was strong and clear, as if he couldn't wait to sacrifice himself for his country.

The Third Mizukage nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with his attitude.

"Specific details will be communicated to you by the secret service later. Do you two have any further questions?"

"I have no questions and am ready to serve at any time!"

"Okay, go down."

"yes!"

Makoto Karatachi and Mei Terumi bowed again and left the office.

As soon as the door closed, the impassioned expression on Makoto Koji's face instantly crumbled.

"I'm really grateful to receive a task like this right off the bat."

"Makoto, you..."

Mei Terumi looked at him with worry in her eyes.

She was well aware of the difficulty of the mission that Makoto Karatachi was to carry out. Even the Seven Ninja Swordsmen had suffered a crushing defeat, so what could Makoto Karatachi possibly accomplish?

"Alright, I know what you're going to say."

Gouju waved his hand: "It is dangerous, but it may also be an opportunity. Besides, the old men are watching, so we can't lose face, can we?"

"As for you, be careful around the Pufferfish Demon. That guy is ruthless not only to his enemies but also to his own people. However, given your strength and background, he shouldn't go too far."

"I understand. When you form a squad, you must choose reliable people. Going deep behind enemy lines is not the same as the front lines. The trust and ability of your comrades are of utmost importance."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Makoto Koji smiled. "Alright, you can go ahead and get busy. I reckon the Fugu Demon will be looking for you soon. I'll wait here a bit longer; my uncle should be out soon too."

"Um!"

The two parted ways outside the Mizukage Building. Mei Terumi walked towards the Intelligence Department, and a short while later, Ryunosuke Kaguya, with a dark face, was the first to leave, followed by several elders.

Gouju Hui, accompanied by the captain of the Dark Army, slowly walked out.

Seeing Makoto Koji leaning against the corridor wall, idly counting the cracks in the ceiling, his warm smile deepened.

"Let's go, Acheng."

"We've been waiting for you, Uncle."

Gouju straightened up and patted off non-existent dust.

The two did not use any means of transportation, but walked side by side along the stone path unique to Kirigakure, covered with slippery moss, towards the Kurachi clan's territory located in the center of the village.

They remained silent the entire way, but the atmosphere was not awkward.

Gouju Hui seemed in no hurry to ask anything, and simply stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the hazy outlines of the buildings along the way.

Makoto was happy to have some free time, with his hands in his pockets, humming a tuneless little tune.

Only after stepping through the ancient and solemn gate of the Gouju clan's territory, which seemed to be separated from the rest of the village by an invisible barrier, and passing through several courtyards, did Gouju Hui dismiss all the servants and personally brew a pot of tea.

The fragrant aroma of tea dispelled the damp, chilly mist that had drifted in from outside.

"sit."

Gouju Hui pointed to the futon opposite him.

Gouju Cheng sat down as instructed, picked up his teacup, and without any ceremony, took a sip, then spat twice: "Uncle, can you exchange it for some better stuff from the Land of Fire? This stuff has a fishy smell."

"My life is nowhere near as carefree as yours."

Looking at his still unserious demeanor, Gouju Hui chuckled and said, "However, you certainly went all out this time."

"There's nothing we can do."

The little bear, shivering, shrugged.

"You have no idea, the Third Hokage directly ordered the Anbu to seal the Tailed Beast on my Blue Island. He even found a Konoha girl, saying that she had a special physique and a strong will, making her the perfect vessel for a self-destructing truck."

"Not only did the sealing fail, but those bootlickers even came knocking on our door!"

"Tailed Beast rampage, Wood Release combined with Sharingan—if I don't get serious, you might not even be able to see me!"

"You never practice your cultivation properly; all you do is eat, drink, gamble, and whore."

Kujira scoffed, "Corpse Bone Pulse, Early Fern Dance... You really dare to use that. That old bastard Kaguya Ryunosuke almost flipped the table!"

"In order to keep them in check, I had no choice but to reveal part of your abilities. But it's all for the best. At least you won't have to explain yourself when you use other bloodline limits in the future."

Gouju Cheng rolled his eyes.

"You make it sound so easy, but once the name 'Hand of God' gets out, I'll have to be careful not to get ambushed and dissected for research when I'm out on the street."

Before reaching the Six Paths of Kage level, ninja battles are ultimately battles of intelligence.

With a perfect intelligence gap, even a Chunin can defeat a Kage!

The ability of "God's Hand" is unprecedented in the ninja world, and it is unknown whether it will be ever seen again. However, in the current ninja world, no one has ever heard of anything like "Copying Bloodline Limits".

Without a doubt, once the name of this bloodline spreads, Makoto Kuraki will become a thorn in the side of many people.

Even the possibility of Gouju Cheng using an alias to disguise himself has been greatly reduced.

"You do have some self-awareness."

Gouju Hui blew on the steam rising from his teacup and said slowly, "The power of the Hand of God is indeed astonishing, enough to make any force, including some people in our own village, covet, fear, and even want to get rid of it as soon as possible."

"Therefore, the explanation I give to the outside world is that it has limitations. It requires distance to absorb, has a time limit for use, cannot be used continuously with the same bloodline, and cannot be mastered permanently. This makes many people think that although your ability is unique, it is not insurmountable, which greatly reduces its long-term strategic value."

Gouju nodded thoughtfully.

Indeed, according to what Gouju Hui said, the threat level has been downgraded.

It has transformed from a "monster capable of stealing the bloodlines of the entire world" into a "special weapon that can produce miraculous effects in specific situations."

In this way, the higher-ups would obviously be more willing to "use" him than to "study" or "destroy" him!

"but."

Gouju Hui paused slightly, lowering his voice: "That masked man on Water Blue Island, did he really use Wood Release and the Sharingan?"

"And also, did you... copy it?!"