Chapter 32

Hearing Genji's answer, the strolling Yudao couldn't help but think to himself: "This old fox must not only have sentenced Yoshiro to death, but also already had his eye on the new head of the Kinoshita Clan!"

"I did not spare at all, but simply found a more suitable use for the condemned criminal." By the way, what about the strength of the Kinoshita Clan? – he asked, shrugging his shoulders.

– Do you want to use them? Yes please. But you yourself understand that they will not serve from the heart immediately after what happened... - the old man answered with obvious interest, but still did not ask unnecessary questions, he clearly understood where he could poke his nose and where he could not.

– Heh, a question of honor can easily resolve such an annoying misunderstanding, don't you think? Renegade of the Mist or... Hero of the Mist, is there any difference for the current Yoshiro Kinoshita? – Yudao grinned.

Genji was at first taken aback by the words of the First Mizukage, but then a fox light flashed in his eyes, and his lips parted in a smile.

The doomed Yoshiro really doesn't care, but for the Kinoshita Clan it is very important whether he dies as a hero or as a renegade of the fog!

Two insidious laughs were heard on the street.

And then the sound of hurried footsteps came from up ahead.

Having stumbled upon Yudao and Genji, a random passer-by suddenly tensed up.

– Gen... Genji-sama! – stopping in front of them, she politely bowed to the old man.

- Oh, Ameyuri! On a mission again? – Genji answered good-naturedly, taking a better look at the girl in front of him.

And Yudao raised his eyebrows, surprised to find one of the few acquaintances in the village: "This is Ringo Ameyuri!"

"That's right, I've been assigned a Rank-B mission!" – without raising her head, Ameyuri blurted out as if in spirit.

"Then go, the old man won't detain you," Genji waved his hand.

And as soon as the girl raised her head, her eyes widened in amazement, because her recent acquaintance stood next to the elder.

"Long time no see, Miss Ameyuri," Yudao smiled sarcastically.

Why did the girl feel strong bitterness, because even last time she began to suspect that the young man was by no means simple, and now he was walking side by side with Elder Genji! Maybe he is the son of the Daimyo of the Land of Water? That would explain everything...

From such thoughts, the girl's bitterness only became stronger, because not only did she suspect the young man of being a spy, she also secretly informed the village.

Worst first impression!

- With your permission, I will leave! – after these words, Ameyuri hastily galloped away under the surprised glances of Yudao and Genji.

"Yudao-sama, ahem... is it just me, or is that girl Ringo Ameyuri afraid of you?" – the old man asked curiously, gazing at the guy's face.

In response, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, wondering what could have gone wrong, weren't they just eating together?

"This girl has a promising talent, many in the village even call her the "Genius of Raiton," Genji looked approvingly after the runaway girl, without waiting for a clear answer from Yudao, after which he sadly added, "Unfortunately, Kiba, one of the legendary weapons The Seven Swordsmen of the Mist had gone missing along with the renegade Kurosuki Raiga, otherwise she would have been almost guaranteed to inherit him.

Kiba!

Seven Swordsmen of the Mist!

Ringo Ameyuri!

And only then did it dawn on Yudao: "It's her!"

***

Conference hall.

After the meeting ended, only the Fifth Mizukage remained there, and everyone else immediately left.

Now she was very seriously and thoughtfully studying the contents of a certain scroll: "I never thought that Harusame would be able to create such Fuinjutsu. Despite the failure, the method is effective, but there are also associated risks..."

"M?" – and then a groan came from the floor. Waking up, the Jinchuriki felt a nagging pain throughout his body.

"Where I am? No longer in the forest! – Utakata's eyes bulged wildly and abruptly jumped to his feet, despite another surge of pain throughout his body.

At the same time, he carefully looked around to determine where he was.

It didn't take long before his gaze fell on a dark-red woman, as if nothing had happened, sitting at an empty table with a scroll in her hands. By this point, Utakata already understood that they were completely alone here.

"There's no one else here, calm down," she rolled up the scroll, raised her head and said carefreely, looking at the tense Utakata.

– You... You... Mizukage! – The jinchuuriki's eyes widened in shock as soon as he could see the dark-red woman's face.

"Well, since you recognized me, it's better not to rock the boat, you still won't be able to escape from me, and even from the very center of the village," the Fifth Mizukage carelessly licked her lips.

It turns out he... lost!

Even after a complete transformation?

"Personally, I am of the opinion that jinchuriki need strict supervision, and complete isolation from society wouldn't hurt either, but it seems Yudao-sama thinks otherwise," Mei shrugged helplessly and seriously continued, "from now on you can consider yourself an ordinary shinobi of our village, Jinchuriki Utakata. Even surveillance will be removed. You are only forbidden to leave the village without permission.

"As for the place of residence... you can return to your old place, or you can pick up any other house in the village, of course, provided that you have enough personal funds," Mei spread her hands and threw a scroll at the taken aback Utakata, "it's given there." a detailed description of the secret technique created by your late mentor Harusame, do not forget to destroy, or return the scroll to my residence immediately after studying it!

Pooh!

After all that was said, Mei made a hand seal and instantly disappeared in a puff of smoke, not bothering to look at Utakata's face.

The jinchuuriki looked for a long time at one point where the Fifth Mizukage had previously stood, trying with all his might to digest the information received.

Then, with trembling hands, he unrolled the scroll and began to carefully read the introduction to the secret technique.

Cap! Cap! Cap...

And soon tears poured down his cheeks, falling to the floor and turning into tiny puddles: "Mentor..."