"What!?"
In the darkness, the old man's voice suddenly trembled. Since the death of the first Naruto, he hasn't felt so emotional like today.
Now, because of a kid who was like an ant in his eyes, the old man's emotions fluctuated again.
Minato didn't enter the Kazekage's building as he expected, and fell into the trap he set.
This made him unable to let go.
"It seems that we still underestimated this kid …"
The Third Mizukage's eyes sank. Before, he didn't think that there was anything wrong with Watergate, but now it was different.
When he was trying to remove the thorn in his side, that kid was lurking nearby and saved Empress Shōmei.
This spy of Wood Leaf has grasped a considerable amount of information about the Mist. If he left the Mist and returned to Wood Leaf, it may bring some obstacles to his governance.
Although the Land of Fire and Wood Leaf won't interfere with the Mist's privacy, he has been patient for so long, and he can't tolerate any mistakes.
But even if the old man in front of him wants to deal with Watergate, he has to fall into the trap himself. Otherwise, the latter can easily escape with the Flying Thunder God.
Even if the Third Kazekage personally makes a move, he won't be able to catch him.
The Third Mizukage looked at the old man's twitching face and the murderous intent in his scarlet eyes. He knew how angry the old man was at this moment.
He used to stand at the top of the ninja world, and in this world, the only person who can compete with him is the first Naruto of Wood Leaf.
But the first Naruto Hashirama is dead, and now he miscalculated against a kid from Wood Leaf, so he was full of anger.
The Third Mizukage didn't dare to interrupt for a while. His tone just now angered the person in front of him.
The old man pondered for a long time, and gradually, the scarlet in his eyes faded.
Then, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face. He said, "You saved the daughter of the Zhaomei Clan's Patriarch? You're still too naive … "
"The ninjas trained by Sarutobi are indeed good enough, but at the same time, these ninjas who claim to have inherited the so-called will of fire are just like Hashirama, they're not ruthless enough …"
The old man's eyes flashed, and only he could fully understand the meaning of his words.
"You already have a plan?" The Third Mizukage asked.
The old man nodded and said: "If we want to lure Watergate into the trap, the Empress Shōmei is the key."
"Are you willing to give up the Terumi Clan?" The old man raised his eyes and stared at the Mizukage in front of him.
The Third Mizukage frowned as he understood the meaning of the old man's words. He immediately said: "Why would I not?"
The Zumi Clan was one of the biggest clans in the Mist, and they fully supported the Third Mizukage. They were undoubtedly his dogs.
However, he knew that the old man wanted to use the Zumi Clan to lure Watergate into the trap. Compared to offending the old man in front of him, the Zumi Clan was a better choice.
"Very good." The old man was quite satisfied when he heard this. His eyes darkened slightly, and he said in a low voice,
"Since the head of the Zumi Clan can't take care of his daughter, then we can only make him pay the price."
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The night was full of killing and blood, but it was finally dawn. The early morning sun shone on the mist that covered the entire Mist Village, penetrating it and giving light to all living things.
In a deep alley of the Mist Village, a brown-haired little girl slowly opened her heavy eyes as a ray of sunlight shined on her eyebrows. Her emerald eyes were a little dazed.
She subconsciously stretched out her white and tender hands to block the sunlight, but at this moment, she suddenly stopped. In the girl's mind, there was a bloody scene that couldn't be suppressed.
A bone-piercing chill instantly enveloped her entire body. Her small body curled up and shivered.
"Are you okay?"
At this time, a very gentle voice fell into her ears. The little girl slightly turned her head and saw a face that wasn't handsome but was extremely white.
However, she was still shocked. She jumped up and quickly took on a defensive posture, leaning against the wall.
"Who are you?"
As her voice fell, she suddenly remembered the scene last night when she was about to be killed by the Shinobi. A person suddenly appeared and saved her.
"Last night, did you save me?"
The vigilance in the girl's eyes faded a little. Her voice was like a pearl falling on a plate, although it was a little small, it was clear and pleasant.
The Water Gate in front of her nodded with a smile upon hearing this.
"Thank you!"
After receiving the confirmation, a layer of ripples appeared in the little girl's beautiful big eyes. She actually bowed deeply towards the water gate.
He wasn't afraid of being discovered by the Mist Shinobi. Minato had set up several barriers in the alley, so even if the little girl woke up and panicked, he would still be able to predict the scene of the little girl running away.
She was determined not to run out of the barrier.
However, after the little girl bowed, she suddenly raised her eyes and observed Watergate for a moment.
At this time, Watergate was wearing civilian clothes. If he didn't make a move, no one would be able to recognize him on the street.
"You are not a Ninja from the Mist Village, right?" The little girl raised her voice.
Watergate couldn't help but be surprised. The little girl in front of him looked like she was only four or five years old, but her observation was so sharp.
He was wearing civilian clothes last night, if he was replaced by a Mist Ninja, they would be suspicious of his identity.
"Are you a spy sent by another country?" The little girl asked again. Watergate shrugged and nodded.
He thought that the little girl would be on high alert, or call for help, or escape.
But who knew, she asked Watergate again: "You are a strange spy, in order to save me, you exposed your identity … Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get out of the Mist Village?"
Watergate smiled and didn't answer. He just looked at the little girl in front of him.
Perhaps because she was too young, she didn't have a deep-rooted view of the Shinobi Village. The little girl gradually withdrew her vigilance and chuckled at Watergate.
"I want to thank you again for saving my life. It seems that not all spies are bad people …"
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