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Chapter 91 The Awakening of the Demon, Silent Fangs

Kisame has completely fused with Samehada, and his large mouth full of sharp teeth looks quite terrifying.

"Water Release: Water Prison Shark Dance Technique!"

With a low growl from Kisame, the enormous lake that had appeared out of thin air suddenly underwent a strange change.

Centered on Kisame, all the water began to rotate and compress.

The seemingly endless floodwaters shrank into a giant water sphere with a diameter of several hundred meters in just a few seconds!

However, this water sphere was not stationary; it moved with Kisame's movements, always keeping Zabuza trapped in the center.

"Welcome to... my stomach."

Kisame's figure vanished from the spot in an instant. In the water, his speed was almost the same as when he activated the Body Flicker Technique.

Zabuza didn't even have time to assume a defensive stance before a sharp pain shot through his back.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood in the water, instantly staining the surrounding water red, but this did not make him feel any better; instead, it attracted an even more frenzied attack.

"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!"

Kisame laughed wildly in the water.

Zabuza was like a mouse trapped in a fish tank, completely powerless against a hungry shark.

"Is this... the power of a tailless tailed beast?"

Zabuza attempted to retaliate with his sword, but the resistance of the water made his movements extremely slow.

He had only swung his sword halfway when Kisame swam up behind him and kicked him in the spine.

Zabuza sank to the bottom of the water, his consciousness gradually fading due to lack of oxygen.

The taste of death was so clear once again.

The last time I had this feeling was on the bridge in the Land of Waves.

"Am I going to die...?"

Zabuza looked up at the water, which seemed so far away and unreachable.

"Chakra is draining... my breathing is also... is this the difference between him and me...?"

His hand loosened limply, and the decapitation sword slowly slipped from his grasp, sinking deeper into the depths.

Let's end it here.

Anyway, all I'm good for in this life is to be a killing machine.

From killing all his classmates during the Kirigakure graduation exam, to his failed assassination attempt on the Mizukage, and then becoming Gato's lackey...

This is the fate of ghosts—to die a horrible death.

However, just as his consciousness was about to completely sink into darkness, several images suddenly flashed into his mind like a revolving lantern.

The scene shifts to a snowy night.

Under the bridge, a child with clear eyes shivered from the cold, yet still smiled at him.

"Big brother, your eyes are so beautiful."

It is white.

The scene shifts again to the bridge in the Land of Waves.

The child, who was always so timid and submissive, disobeyed his orders for the first time.

"I want Zabuza-san... to live."

The final shot freezes on Konoha's commercial street, the illusion dojo, and Zabuza's current workplace.

The sunlight was perfect on the second-floor balcony.

Shiro, dressed in a black and white uniform, peeked out from the stairwell, holding a bowl of miso soup.

"Mr. A-Zhan, lunch is ready. The manager bought some fresh saury today."

This is also Zabuza and Haku's new home, a sense of security that he has never had in his life, and dared not even hope for.

Zabuza's heart pounded wildly.

He felt like crying; he really didn't want to die.

It wasn't for some bullshit ninja dignity or village honor—he'd long since abandoned those—nor was it to prove he was stronger than Kisame.

I just don't want to go back to those days of wandering and living on the edge.

He wanted to go back to drink miso soup, to see Bai's silly smile, and even to hear the shrewish shopkeeper nagging about haggling over a few taels of silver.

"I am not a tool! Nor am I Bai!"

Deep underwater, the body that was sinking suddenly stopped.

Zabuza opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a fervent will to survive and a possessive desire.

"I am Zabuza Momochi! I am a demon! No one can take away my peace and tranquility!"

His right hand reached out and grabbed the sinking hilt of the knife.

Kisame, who was swimming in the water, preparing to deliver the final blow to his prey, suddenly stopped.

His eyes looked down in confusion.

"Hmm? Not quite dead yet? There's still chakra activity?" Kisame smiled slightly. "His vitality is truly tenacious, but it's just a futile struggle."

He charged straight down at Zabuza.

"It's over, Zabuza!"

Faced with the rapidly approaching shadow of death, Zabuza neither dodged nor attempted to confront it head-on.

Instead, he closed his eyes and concentrated all the little chakra he had left into the sword.

He no longer saw himself as a warrior, but returned to his roots.

Assassin, the most terrifying assassin in Kirigakure.

"Water Release: Hidden Mist Technique!"

Zabuza silently recited in his heart.

Instead of creating mist on the water's surface as usual, he tried to forcefully inject his chakra into the enclosed water prison!

Countless tiny bubbles and chakra particles exploded in the water, turning the entire interior of the water prison into a white, chaotic world.

Kisame, who was speeding along, quickly braked.

To his surprise, he discovered that he had lost sight of Zabuza.

Not only that, even the sensory information transmitted back by Samehada became intermittent, as if the signal had been forcibly interfered with.

"Using the Mist Concealment Technique in a water dungeon? Are you insane? Is such a thing even possible?"

Kisame felt like his brain was about to explode, so he asked three questions in a row.

"These petty tricks will only hasten your death! Playing hide-and-seek with me in my territory? You're asking for it!"

Kisame, relying on his previous memories and a faint chakra sense, wielded Samehada and swept wildly forward.

The water flow was churned up so violently that an ordinary person would have been torn apart by the turbulence alone.

However, he missed; all his attacks landed on empty air.

Zabuza disappeared, as if he had become an integral part of this body of water.

The art of silent killing—this is the pinnacle of skill.

He suppressed all his killing intent, all his chakra fluctuations, and even reduced his heartbeat to the lowest possible frequency.

Eliminating footsteps is still a relatively basic method.

Zabuza floated in the water with the undercurrent, his body completely relaxed, letting the turbulence created by Kisame push him along.

He transformed himself into water, waiting for a fleeting opportunity.

Kisame was getting increasingly agitated.

As a hunter, he felt inexplicably humiliated that he couldn't find any prey in his own cage.

"Come out! Zabuza! You cowardly turtle!"

Kisame roared, his Samehada chakra glowing brightly as he prepared to launch a wide-ranging, indiscriminate attack to pulverize the entire water prison.

In that very instant.

Just as Kisame raised Samehada, his chest wide open, preparing to gather his strength.

A chill came from the blind spot behind him, and Kisame only realized it when the tip of the knife touched his skin.

"What?!"

Kisame tried to turn around and defend himself, but it was too late.

In the water, Zabuza may not be as fast as Kisame, but the angle and timing of his sword strikes are the result of countless hours of practice and refinement.

A large sword wrapped in light blue chakra bypassed Samehada's defenses, piercing Kisame's left ribcage and exiting through his right chest!

Although the water resistance caused the slash to miss Kisame's heart by a few centimeters and fail to kill him instantly, it did indeed pierce through Kisame's body.

Zabuza's figure, like a ghost, slowly emerged behind Kisame.

His sunglasses were long gone, revealing his cold eyes.

He opened his mouth in the water, and the shape of his mouth was crystal clear:

"In the fog, I am God."

Having landed a successful blow, Zabuza immediately withdrew his sword and retreated, simultaneously detonating the last remaining bit of chakra on the blade.

A violent explosion occurred inside Kisame's body. Although most of it was absorbed by Samehada, it still caused Kisame to let out a painful groan.

The Water Prison Shark Dance Technique could no longer be maintained due to the caster's injuries and disordered chakra.

The water sphere, suspended above the forest, exploded with a bang after a violent tremor!

Thousands of tons of water, now freed from restraint, cascaded down like a waterfall.

The floodwaters receded, leaving behind a desolate, muddy landscape.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Zabuza knelt in the mud, his body covered in wounds, his black uniform tattered.

He used his broadsword to support his body, panting heavily.

That last strike had exhausted all his strength and energy. Now, he could barely move a finger.

Just a few meters away from him, Kisame Hoshigaki was still standing.

Samehada had broken free of its fusion state and was now in his hand again.

Kisame lowered his head, looking at the penetrating wound in his chest, the blood staining the puddles at his feet.

For someone with his immense vitality and Samehada regenerative abilities, this level of injury, while serious, was not fatal.

The difference in quality has been determined.

In terms of raw power, Kisame still holds an absolute advantage.

But Kisame didn't attack immediately. He reached out and touched the warm blood flowing from his wound, then licked it.

The smell of blood stimulated his nerves.

Instead of being angry, he showed excitement, even a fanatical smile.

"Very good...very good!"

Kisame laughed loudly, the sound echoing through the empty forest, sending chills down one's spine.

"This is what a demon should look like! This is the Zabuza Momochi who once gave even the Hidden Mist Anbu a headache!"

He looked at Zabuza, his eyes revealing an appreciation for meeting a kindred spirit.

"You haven't become duller; instead, you've become sharper. Is it for the sake of this so-called family? How ironic that a ruthless killer has become stronger because of something to care about."

Kisame slowly raised Samehada in his hand, and a massive amount of blue chakra gathered on his body once again, causing the wound to stop bleeding at a visible speed.

His killing intent was even stronger than before; it seemed he was truly going to kill this time.

"Now that you've retrieved your fangs, let's fight to the death!"

"As a sign of respect for a ninja, I will use my strongest technique to utterly crush you, leaving not even a trace!"

Zabuza gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his expression resolute, and he refused to admit defeat.

"Come on...who's afraid of who..."

"We deserve to die long ago, but this time, I don't intend to be killed by you. The outcome is still uncertain."

At this critical juncture of life and death.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the sky.

"Hmm! Kisame! What are you dawdling about down there for, huh?"

A haughty voice came from high above, and a large white clay bird was seen swooping down towards them.