AWB Chapter 492 Seeds of Darkness
Chapter 492 Seeds of Darkness
The deathly silence after the rain stopped was swallowed by an even deeper darkness.
As Minato Namikaze stood on the cliff, mourning the dead, and as Killer Bee sent off his fallen comrades with a sorrowful rap, no one knew that beneath this war-torn land, a silent shadow was lurking.
Sand, rock strata, and soil.
Faced with an invisible and absolute force, they obediently parted to the sides, like ripples on water being crushed by an invisible giant wheel.
Then it quietly closed behind him, leaving no trace.
The Third Kazekage, Retsumon, was enveloped in dense chakra, moving silently and at high speed through the thick earth's crust like a deep-sea torpedo.
His face was as cold and stern as ice on a mountain peak, and his short, dark blue hair was perfectly neat.
Those yellow eyes reflected no light in the absolute darkness, simply staring blankly ahead.
The one who truly "saw" everything was Black Zetsu, who was attached to him and had completely turned him into a half-puppet.
"What a ridiculous farce."
An ancient, hoarse, and androgynous thought slowly echoed in the deathly silent sea of consciousness of the Liemen, carrying a trace of unchanging mockery.
Black Zetsu "looked" at the tiny beings on the ground, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Those expressions of sadness, exhaustion, or relief were reduced to just two words in his eyes.
funny.
A golden flash, Minato Namikaze.
A rare genius, he did indeed bring some novelty to the Second Hokage's crude space-time ninjutsu.
And then there are those two brothers from Kumogakure who only know how to think with their muscles, filled with cheap anger and childish protection.
And that speculator named Hanzo, a hyena forever chasing after carrion and profit.
These children's playful wars are like ripples on a summer pond. No matter how intense they are, they are just ripples in the pond and can never create towering waves that can overturn the ocean.
What truly made Black Zetsu feel a little... displeased.
Behind all of this is the figure of a man sitting leisurely in the Hokage's office in Konoha, sipping tea.
Hiruzen Sarutobi.
That monkey... he actually did it.
He actually transformed a vague and ethereal "Will of Fire," used to deceive fools into self-sacrifice, into an indestructible reality using steel, concrete, food, and institutions.
Economy, military, people's livelihood, science and technology...
Even those ancient families that had been twisted by hatred and prejudice for hundreds of years were forcibly broken and their thoughts reshaped by him in a tyrannical and unreasonable way, and were eventually bound to the war chariot called "Konoha".
Then, they raced madly toward a light that was unprecedented, so bright it was nauseating.
This kind of unity.
This kind of cohesion.
This is a heartfelt belief, a fight to protect that laughable, ordinary happiness...
It's too much of an eyesore.
It was like a poisonous thorn, deeply embedded in the foundation of the plan, shaking the possibility of the mother's return.
If such despicable creatures as humans could truly create eternal peace through their own will, through so-called love and bonds...
What about the mother's long-cherished wish?
What does it amount to, given the thousands of years it has spent laying countless pieces in the long river of history, and the countless betrayals and conflicts it has led to?
No.
Absolutely impossible!
Human nature is inherently a cycle of endless conflict, suspicion, and betrayal! So-called peace is nothing more than a longer and more tedious respite before the next war arrives!
All Hiruzen Sarutobi did was build an incomparably magnificent and enormous sand castle.
It appears sturdy.
In reality, all it takes is a child steeped in hatred to give a gentle push, and the whole thing will collapse.
And it has found the perfect child to knock down the castle.
Black Zetsu's thoughts stirred slightly.
It controlled the magnetic power of the Fiery Gate, pulling the huge black square coffin made of high-density iron sand that was floating beside it even closer.
The surface of the coffin was as smooth as a mirror, and the seals were tight, perfectly isolating it from all perception and prying from the inside and outside.
What lies inside is its greatest gain from this trip.
It was the answer it used to reply to Hiruzen Sarutobi.
It was the first cornerstone it used to overturn this so-called perfect world.
……
Sunagakure Village.
After a half-hearted "three-village alliance," the atmosphere in the entire village became incredibly oppressive.
Although the main force did not suffer a devastating blow, the intelligence sent back from the front lines weighed heavily on the hearts of all the Sand Village ninja.
Regarding the terrifying, almost overwhelming, strength of Konoha's Golden Generation.
Regarding the demigod Hanzo's ruthless defection at the last minute.
And then there's... their proud Third Kazekage, hailed as the "strongest of all time," personally led his troops into battle, only to be utterly defeated by an unknown young commander before even seeing the Hokage of Konoha.
This is an immense and indelible disgrace for Sunagakure, a place that reveres the strong.
On top of the towering earthen wall, two Sand Village ninjas on night patrol walked silently in the howling night wind.
"When do you think... Lord Kazekage will return?"
One of the younger ninjas, unable to bear the deathly silence any longer, finally spoke up and asked.
The older ninja glanced at him, pulled his robe tighter around himself, and shook his head.
"I don't know. But this time... we lost too badly. Those guys from Konoha are not ninjas we can understand anymore. They... they're simply a bunch of monsters."
"Yes, the intelligence says that that blond kid named Minato Namikaze single-handedly disrupted our entire coalition's command system..."
The two were talking.
Suddenly, an indescribable chill rose from the ends of their spines without any apparent reason, instantly spreading throughout their entire bodies.
That wasn't murderous intent.
The killing intent was scorching and sharp.
This feeling is an absolute, deathly cold, like the bitter chill of the deepest part of the desert at midnight, capable of freezing a person's soul and thoughts in an instant.
The wind stopped.
The rolling of the sand beneath my feet stopped.
Even the chirping of insects in the distance stopped.
The two of them froze abruptly, their scalps tingling. Almost on their last instincts, they turned around inch by inch.
under the moonlight.
A familiar yet unfamiliar figure had quietly appeared not far behind them.
The white Wind Shadow Divine Robe remained motionless in the still air.
Short, dark blue hair, a cold, sculpted face.
It is the third Kazekage, Retsumon.
"Wind...Lord Kazekage!"
The young ninja almost screamed, his stiff face contorted with ecstasy and excitement as he tried to break the eerie silence with his voice.
"You're back!"
The older ninja immediately lowered his head, but his heart was filled with a great sense of confusion and unease.
Not right.
Something's really wrong.
Has Lord Kazekage become stronger again?
Despite their heightened senses, they were completely unaware of when Lord Kazekage had appeared.
He stood there so abruptly, as if he had been there from the beginning, or as if he had just stepped out of the shadows.
Moreover, the aura of Lord Kazekage...
The older ninja quietly raised his head slightly and looked at Retsumon.
Liemen simply stood there calmly, his yellow eyes devoid of any emotion.
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Liemen did not respond.
He simply stood there quietly, his eyes, which gleamed a pale yellow in the moonlight, devoid of emotion, like two cold glass beads.
He "looked" at his subordinates as if they were two lifeless stones.
The older ninja's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the growing sense of unease in his heart and respectfully lowered his head.
"My lord, are you... doing well?"
Finally, the Liemen Gate moved.
He slowly walked between the two of them.
He didn't look at them once from beginning to end.
"Um..."
They walked slowly, but every step was so precise it was as if they had been measured with a ruler.
What sent chills down their spines was that a huge black coffin was floating beside him.
The coffin was made entirely of iron sand, its surface shimmering with an ominous dark light, radiating an aura even colder and more deathly than that of Lord Kazekage himself.
Just as his figure was about to disappear around the corner, a hoarse sound, like sandpaper rubbing against rock, drifted over.
"Pass down the order."
"Kazekage, you're back."
"yes!"
The young ninja then gasped for breath and got up from the ground.
"What's going on...?"
The older ninja's expression was grave. He stared in the direction where Retsumon had disappeared and murmured, "I wonder... what was in that coffin?"
No one can answer this question.