190 Fallen Mizukage, White Zetsu

After the Third Kazekage, yet another Kage had fallen at Simu's hands.

Blood dripped from the fangs above his mace.

The Mist Shinobi who had just arrived from Kirigakure paled at the sight. 

Most of the Jōnin had rushed to the battlefield at the first opportunity, yet even with their numbers alongside the famed Seven Swordsmen and the Mizukage himself they had failed to stop the monster before them.

What could the rest of them possibly do?

Simu summoned Katsuyu to heal Minato. As he did, his enormous form shrank, returning to that of a normal person. 

But the damage from the Tailed Beast Bomb was evident his once-fair skin was covered in burns. 

Yet even as the wounds marred his body, they began to heal at an unnatural speed.

He turned to face the thousands of Mist Shinobi now reinforcing the battlefield.

"You should know… a naval attack means nothing to me."

His voice was calm.

In the next instant, a flash of light streaked across the field. 

The Mist Shinobi instinctively leaped back, bracing for an attack but Simu did not strike.

Instead, he had drawn a single line across the battlefield. 

A line that divided the fight.

On one side stood Simu and Minato. On the other, the Mist Shinobi reinforcements.

"If you don't cross this line, I will not step into your territory," Simu said, his cold gaze sweeping over them.

A chill ran down their spines, and goosebumps rose on their skin. Then, in an even colder voice, he added:

"Anyone who crosses… will die."

For a moment, no one dared to move. His sheer presence was suffocating.

But Kirigakure's pride would not allow them to remain frozen in fear.

Just as one ninja steeled himself to step over the line and attack, an aged voice rang out from the crowd.

"Stop."

Simu's eyes narrowed slightly in surprise.

An old man, leaning on a cane, slowly emerged.

He was one of Kirigakure's elders, the most respected figure in the village's history. A cornerstone of the Mist Shinobi.

Elder Genji

Despite Simu's overwhelming might, the old man showed no fear.

With a calm expression, he spoke:

"Hokage of Konoha, Kirigakure is willing to surrender."

The words sent a shockwave through the Mist Shinobi ranks.

"What?!"

"Genji-sama, you can't!"

The radicals among them were furious. Surrendering to Simu, the man who had kill the Mizukage and torn through Kirigakure, was unthinkable.

But Genji said nothing. He simply met Simu's gaze with quiet resolve.

Simu nodded.

"We'll discuss this later. My decision remains the same whoever crosses this line, dies."

With that, he turned and sprinted toward the lake.

Kirigakure could wait. He had more pressing matters to handle like the damn White Zetsu that had seized control of the Three-Tails.

As Simu disappeared, the Mist Shinobi stood in stunned silence.

Genji's decision was the only rational choice against such overwhelming power.

Of course, there was one other option dragging all of Kirigakure to its doom.

Because unlike Hanyu Simu, the God of Death wouldn't hesitate to erase the village entirely.

How many ninjas had already fallen to his hands over the years?

Of course, not everyone had been so unlucky.

"Elder, Hanyu Simu is seriously injured—we have a chance!" 

One of the radicals suggest.

They were the extremists of the village, those who would rather see Kirigakure shattered than surrender.

But Genji only shook his head.

"He's healing at an inhuman rate. Our only option is surrender unless you wish for all of Kirigakure to be buried with him."

Silence fell over the group.

As ninjas, they did not fear death.

But their deaths had to mean something.

Against Hanyu Simu, dying was no different from a mosquito being swatted away. 

And if their futile struggle meant dragging their families down with them… what was the point?

For now, the only path forward was to endure—to bide their time and grow stronger.

One day, perhaps, they could avenge the Mizukage and their fallen comrades.

With Mist Shinobi's surrender, Simu disappeared in a flash.

In the next instant, he stood at the battlefield of the Three-Tails.

The beast's monstrous chakra raged through the air.

The lake had gone, replaced by a warped landscape of destruction.

The battlefield was a chaotic nightmare rivers of magma flowed through deep craters, while entire forests burned with eerie blue flames.

At its center, the Four-Tails and Five-Tails clashed violently against two tailed beasts under enemy control.

Meanwhile, Katsuyu was struggling, ensnared by countless White Zetsu that had suddenly emerged.

"Uchiha Madara's illusion…," 

Simu muttered as he observed the Two-Tails, trapped in a genjutsu.

He couldn't help but acknowledge Madara's terrifying skill after all, this was the man who once subdued the Nine-Tails. 

Controlling two tailed beasts so effortlessly was nothing short of impressive.

But that was the extent of it.

"Well done. Leave the rest to me."

Simu's voice rang out like salvation.

The battle between tailed beasts was never simple. Both the Four-Tails and Five-Tails were covered in wounds, their strength waning.

With a single-handed seal, Simu released the Summoning Technique.

Three puffs of smoke erupted across the battlefield—his contracted tailed beasts vanished instantly.

Now, only the Three-Tails remained.

Its scarlet eyes gleamed ominously, three black tomoe spinning within them.

With a roar, its armored tails swung toward Simu in a vicious strike.

A flicker of irritation crossed Simu's face.

"A mere tailed beast… how insulting."

Simu's body swelled once more, reaching his ultimate form.

Boom!

The Three-Tails' massive, armored tail came crashing down—but Simu caught it with one hand.

The ground beneath him cracked and exploded under the sheer force. Yet, he stood firm.

A grin spread across his face, revealing sharp fangs. His clawed fingers, harder than steel, dug into the Three-Tails' tail, locking it in place.

Planting his feet deep into the shattered earth, his muscles tensed, coiling like a loaded spring.

Then, with a monstrous pull, he swung.

The Three-Tails froze.

The beast, as massive as an island, was being lifted no, hurled by sheer brute force.

Its thick armor scraped against the ground, shattering boulders as it spun through the air.

Then, with one final heave, Simu sent it soaring.

The Three-Tails crashed down like a meteor, slamming into the earth with a deafening impact, carving an enormous crater into the battlefield.

A thick cloud of dust and debris billowed into the sky.

White Zetsu, who had been battling Katsuyu nearby, froze in shock.

"Is this guy even human?"

Beating a Tailed Beast was one thing.

But tossing one around barehanded?

The Sharingan embedded in White Zetsu's palm trembled as it tracked Simu's movements.

In the blink of an eye, a streak of light flashed above White Zetsu's head.

"Caught you."

"Raimei Hakke!"

A blinding bolt of thunder crashed down, striking White Zetsu with devastating force.

The impact tore his body into countless fragments, scattering pieces of him across the battlefield.

From deep within the crater, a broken voice coughed out.

"Ahem… what a monster."

Even as his form crumbled, he muttered, "No wonder Lord Madara fears this man."

But death was not the end for him.

From the cracks between the rocks, tiny spores began to sprout, growing rapidly.

Within moments, his body had reformed.

Simu raised an eyebrow.

"So that sneaky Black Zetsu slipped away?"

The newly reconstructed White Zetsu now had a more complete form, its hands and feet restored.

With an unsettling grin, it raised both hands toward Simu.

White Zetsu's pale arm suddenly swelled, morphing into a massive tree trunk that came crashing down.

As a unique variant among White Zetsu, he not only had the ability to replenish Sharingan's pupil power but could also perform Wood Style under specific conditions.

Without a change in expression, Simu swung his mace.

Boom!

The enormous tree shattered into splinters.

Amidst the flying debris, White Zetsu wasted no time—he burrowed into the ground at full speed.

"Trying to escape?"

Simu sneered.

White Zetsu's stealth abilities were formidable, but against Simu's Observation Haki, they were useless.

Placing his palms on the ground, Simu unleashed a surge of flames.

The earth trembled.

A massive landmass, the size of an island, began rising under the power of his flame cloud.

Water cascaded down from its surface like waterfalls.

Far beneath, White Zetsu ran frantically through underground tunnels—until he finally surfaced.

Only to realize… he had been lifted into the sky.

Even White Zetsu, usually so carefree, felt a deep sense of despair.

And then Simu appeared behind him.

Simu's thick arm clamped around White Zetsu's neck, lifting him effortlessly into the air.

"Tell me, where is Uchiha Madara?"

White Zetsu choked, struggling in Simu's grasp.

Then, suddenly, it smiled.

"You fell for it."

A jagged split ran across its forehead, revealing a sinister Sharingan.

Uchiha Madara's illusion technique activated.

A technique so powerful that only Senju Hashirama had ever been able to resist it.

Simu's grip loosened slightly.

White Zetsu's grin widened.

He was trapped.

Inside the illusion, Simu found himself in a crimson world—silent, oppressive, suffocating.

But instead of fear, a smirk tugged at his lips.

"Uchiha Madara's illusion? Not bad."

Just as White Zetsu prepared to slip free

Boom!

A surge of overwhelming energy erupted from Simu, like a detonation tearing through the illusion.

White Zetsu froze, paralyzed by the sheer force.

Simu's eyes gleamed a deep red.

He had shattered the illusion.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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