Chapter 162
Jin'an had long been working tirelessly to secure a political position in the Hidden Mist Village. Clearly, he succeeded—amassing a considerable number of supporters along the way. But his true nature? A staunch warmonger, utterly at odds with the ideology of the current Mizukage, Mei.
Honestly, that commentator's got guts. He just says whatever's on his mind. Where the hell did Zixu find this guy? Rare breed. I'm lucky to have come across him.
"Huh? Looks like contestant Yamagami isn't using firearms today? He actually brought a camera! What's he trying to do?" The commentator, ignoring Mei Terumi's "polite" smile that was clearly anything but, quickly shifted his focus to Kirei Yamagami.
Thanks to the soundproof barriers around the arena, no sound passed between the inside and outside—ensuring absolute fairness. Neither contestant could hear the commentary.
Kirei Yamagami was a war orphan. His hometown had been annihilated during conflict—beyond salvage. He'd been wandering ever since. Frail and sickly, he always looked like he was on the verge of collapse. Most villages refused to let him stay for long, afraid he'd die on their doorstep.
But everything changed when he met Zixu.
He still remembered that winter. Starving and about to faint, Zixu handed him a thick slab of bread, then smiled and asked if he wanted to join his village. That moment was everything.
Back then, Kirie didn't care about Zixu's talk of peaceful technology or grand ideals. All he wanted was a full stomach. But now? Looking back, joining him might've been the best damn decision he ever made.
"Oi, kid. What're you spacing out for?" Jin'an scoffed, seeing Kirei motionless like a statue. His voice carried a mocking sort of "concern."
Not that he cared about fairness—hell no. It was all part of his twisted game. A distraction.
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