Chapter 170
"We can't rush into this ghost intercourse nonsense. Let's take him down first. That guy's clearly got some mental issues."
Aburame Zixu rubbed his chin, thinking that ninjas had a way higher rate of mental illness compared to other professions.
And it made sense. Normal people come back from war zones with PTSD—mental stress, hypervigilance, trauma. Ninjas, though? They're living that horror every damn day—murder, assassination, endless missions, and not knowing who'll stab you in the back.
In a certain foreign country, even fireworks could cause people to panic and scatter like it's a warzone. Now imagine that, but every single day for a ninja. It messed with your head.
Even the idea of the Tsukuyomi Plan was rooted in disillusionment. Many ninjas hated the current system. They believed the ninja world was a lie, a fake reality, and wanted to create a new, equal world.
But that world? It only existed in an illusion.
"Which genius came up with that bullsh*t? In a world of illusion, everyone is equal? Yeah right. That's just a lie. Who believes in that crap?" Zixu scoffed. "Freedom? When you're under someone else's genjutsu, even your will doesn't belong to you. Where the hell's the freedom in that?"
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength?
Zixu chuckled and pushed those thoughts aside, heading back to the arena.
The first round of the tournament was wrapping up. Just like he expected, Aburame Hatsuizumi's team had already advanced and was starting their next match.
Zixu planned to wait for the winner. Whoever finished first would go deal with the Sanbi. No need to rush. Sending anyone else would just be luck-based, and worst-case, he could lure Guren and Yukimaru over to bait the Akatsuki. He was good at poaching.