Naruto: I'm Really Not an Evil Uchiha!

A sharp and grating buzzing sound echoed incessantly as the purple-red long sword spun like a relentless chainsaw.

Once enough chakra had accumulated, Shimizu stopped maintaining the flames under his feet and descended to the ground.

He could now achieve a brief delay in landing, almost hovering mid-air, though it came with a significant chakra cost.

Mouryou gazed at the long sword descending from the sky, which was even longer than his towering figure that stood dozens of meters high. At this distance, there was no chance of dodging it.

Left with no other choice, he hardened his resolve, directing all his tentacles toward Shimizu and spewing out purple-black flames.

Crack!

Even Terumi Mei, who was retreating, heard the slicing sound echoing from miles away.

She instinctively turned her head and saw Mouryou's massive body cleanly sliced in half, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

"Aaahhh! Damn priestess! Damn shinobi! If it weren't for you, my army would have long conquered the Five Great Nations!"

Mouryou howled in agony. The thick black mist that had once fused his wounds now gradually dissipated.

His enormous body shrank, revealing the figure of the Daimyo, shrouded in faint traces of black mist.

Shimizu, holding Miroku in his arms, landed with a soft thud on the ground, quietly observing Mouryou's dying state.

In truth, Mouryou's reputation was highly exaggerated; his actual combat strength was mediocre at best.

He was essentially a one-trick pony, relying on his eerie regenerative abilities and an immortal ghost army to gain fame.

But without those, he was merely at the level of an elite jōnin, far from reaching Kage-level.

Even Naruto didn't need to use Sage Mode or the Nine-Tails' chakra. Simply teaming up with Purple Violet and using a jutsu infused with the priestess' chakra was enough to eliminate Mouryou completely.

"A frog at the bottom of a well."

Shimizu sneered.

Mouryou had indeed been arrogant and ignorant. His power was formidable and bizarre, capable of significantly boosting a person's strength.

But that was its only value, similar to the dark medical ninjutsu developed by Huangquan.

The power of Mouryou was more suited for medical purposes rather than combat.

If anyone tried to use it to dominate the shinobi world, the powerful figures of the Five Great Nations would quickly teach them a lesson.

Miroku struggled free from Shimizu's grasp and hurried to the Daimyo's side, tears welling in her eyes.

The Daimyo before her had loose skin, a hunched frame, and age spots dotting his face.

Miroku wept silently. Namikaze Minato and the others approached without saying a word.

Several Miles Away

"This Uchiha Shimizu is truly powerful."

Not only Terumi Mei but also Jūzō Biwa couldn't ignore the overwhelming display.

He had previously encountered the yellow-haired jōnin leading the team, whose Body Flicker Technique was so fast it was imperceptible to the naked eye.

And now, this subordinate of that jōnin was just as astonishing—a suspected successor of the White Fang and the one who defeated Mouryou alongside the priestess.

Compared to the somewhat declining Kirigakure, Jūzō Biwa felt a complex mix of emotions.

The power dynamics were shifting, and the gap would only widen.

A war might be the only solution to bring the Five Great Villages back to the same level and prevent a single village from becoming overwhelmingly dominant.

"We need to return to the village quickly," Jūzō urged, quickening his pace.

Terumi Mei nodded in agreement and withdrew her gaze as the figures of the Kirigakure shinobi gradually disappeared into the forest.

On the Mountain

"We've won! The Priestess and that shinobi defeated Mouryou!"

"Wait, isn't it strange? How come the Priestess didn't die?"

The people of the Land of Demons witnessed the exhilarating scene with mixed reactions—some cheered, while others were puzzled.

Sealing Mouryou had always been followed by the priestess sacrificing herself.

Why was the Priestess still alive after Mouryou's defeat?

"You idiot! Don't jinx it!"

Someone smacked the speaker hard on the back.

The Priestess surviving was a good thing—why overthink it?

"Just curious, haha, just curious," the man laughed awkwardly, sensing the unfriendly gazes around him.

At the Shrine

"Is there still hope for him?"

Miroku noticed the members of Minato's team gathering, particularly Rin Nohara, who was carrying a medical kit.

Holding onto a shred of hope, Miroku wondered if Rin, as a medical ninja, could save the Daimyo.

"No... no, there's no way," Rin hesitated under Miroku's hopeful gaze and shook her head.

The Daimyo's life force had been drained, damaging every cell in his body.

If it had been a missing limb, Rin might have been able to treat it, but this strange condition was beyond her capabilities.

Miroku lowered her head in silent sorrow.

"I've already survived, breaking the fate that bound the priestesses of the past. Wanting him to survive as well is asking for too much."

She shook her head bitterly, overwhelmed by grief.

The prophecy had foretold that the Daimyo would die at Shimizu's hands, but it was Mouryou's possession that had forced Shimizu to act.

Given the circumstances, Miroku couldn't bring herself to blame Shimizu. His actions had been for the greater good.

Weary and heartbroken, she no longer wanted to dwell on the indignities Shimizu had subjected her to. All she wished for now was to properly bury the Daimyo's body.

"Shimizu, do you have any way to treat him?"

Namikaze Minato suddenly spoke up.

Rin had been trained by Shimizu, who had studied under Yakushi Nonō. Perhaps he might have a solution.

"Yes, I do."

Shimizu nodded.

"If you don't, that's fine. Shinobi, please rest for now," Miroku said, shaking her head. Under the sparse moonlight, her delicate features appeared less dignified and more lonely.

"Hmm?"

Her eyes widened as she turned to stare at Shimizu.

"Did you say you have a way?"

"Of course."

Shimizu stepped forward to the Daimyo's side, gathering a pure stream of medical chakra to temporarily stabilize the Daimyo's condition.

The medical chakra contained potent yang release energy, and the chakra Shimizu had gathered was exceptionally vibrant and potent.

The Daimyo's life force had been drained in one go. Without Mouryou's protection, he was now on the brink of collapse.

As long as his life could be sustained, survival was possible, though he would essentially age decades overnight, becoming a seventy-year-old man.

However, most Daimyo lived long lives, so living another two or three decades wouldn't be a problem.

"I need a quiet place now. Minato-sensei, please take the others and leave. Priestess, stay and help me deal with the remnants of Mouryou's power in the Daimyo."

"Alright," Miroku agreed immediately.

A guard ran over from the distance, and she instructed him to prepare a quiet room and lead the other three shinobi to rest.

She also announced to the people of the Land of Demons that the Daimyo had been under Mouryou's influence and lacked free will. Now that he had recovered, he remained their Daimyo.

"Shimizu, should Rin assist you?"

"No need. You can all leave now. I can handle it alone."

Namikaze Minato exchanged glances with Kakashi and Rin Nohara before following the guard away.

Other guards fetched a wooden board, placed the Daimyo on it, and carried him to an intact room.

Shimizu and Miroku followed closely behind.

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