"Kid! What did you just say?"
Kisa barked out a laugh, as though he'd just heard the best joke of his life.
Shigure didn't even blink. His tone remained calm and formal as ever.
"I'm inviting you to return to Kirigakure — to reclaim your title as one of the Hidden Mist's shinobi."
Kisa grinned, amused. "You want to return to the Hidden Mist? Hah! Kid, you really don't get it. I'm a Missing-nin."
He hefted Sahada onto his shoulder. "And you should already know how Kirigakure treats its Missing-nin."
"I do," Shigure nodded.
"I understand very well. No shinobi village ever forgives a Missing-nin… and the Mist least of all. They don't just exile them — they hunt them down."
Kisa tilted his head. "Then what's the aning of this invitation?"
"I can erase your Missing-nin status," Shigure said evenly.
"And grant you a return to the Hidden Mist… as a shinobi."
Kisa gave a low, guttural chuckle. "And who exactly do you think you are? The Mizukage?"
"I've already reserved the title of Sixth Mizukage," Shigure replied, expression unchanging.
Kisa froze mid-laugh.
Sixth Mizukage?
That would an the Fifth Mizukage was already chosen.
It had been a long ti since Kisa had heard any reliable news from Kirigakure. He had no idea what shape the village was in now. Still, the boy's confidence was absurd.
Kisa shook his head and slowly raised Sahada again.
"You've got guts, kid. I'll give you that. But talk's cheap."
Just as the blade's scales scraped against the air, Shigure spoke again — voice sharp as a kunai.
"You already know why the Mist fell into chaos before, don't you?"
Kisa stopped mid-swing. "What are you—"
"It was because of that masked man behind you, wasn't it?"
The words struck harder than any blade. Sahada's tip hit the ground with a dull thud as Kisa froze in place.
"…How do you know about that?"
Almost no one in Kirigakure knew the truth. Even within the village's inner circles, the man's existence was a secret buried deep.
How could this boy possibly—
"Uchiha Obito," Shigure said coldly.
Kisa's pupils constricted. Cold sweat trickled down his temple.
Knowing of the masked man was one thing.
Knowing his true identity was sothing else entirely.
"You… how do you know that na?" Kisa muttered, gripping Sahada tightly.
That was a secret known only to mbers of Akatsuki.
(T.N: Was it? 🤔 I thought he was deceiving everyone by pretending to be Madara. Maybe in this AU-verse, it's actually that way? 🤷♂️)
Could Shigure really have co into contact with Obito himself?
His eyes narrowed. "You're telling this… because you plan to kill , aren't you?"
Shigure shook his head slowly. "Not necessarily. If you agree to return to the Hidden Mist with , I'll spare you."
Kisa frowned deeply. "You think you can threaten into obedience?"
"It's not a threat," Shigure said, stepping forward. "It's a statent of fact."
His gaze turned sharp, chakra stirring in the air. "Whether you return with or not… killing you would still be easy."
Boom.
Nine tails of chakra suddenly flared behind Shigure, bursting forth with a roar. The aura of the Three-Tails and the Six-Tails mingled violently, their power shaking the air itself.
The Mist around them twisted as Shigure's combined Tailed Beast Chakra tore through the air. Kisa had to brace himself, the raw force nearly blowing him back.
Two distinct chakra signatures. Two Tailed Beasts.
"…So it's true," Kisa murmured, half in awe, half in disbelief.
"You've actually beco the Jinchūriki of both the Three-Tails and the Six-Tails."
Shigure's words from earlier — claiming the position of Sixth Mizukage — no longer sounded like a joke.
"If soone can contain two Tailed Beasts," Kisa admitted, a grin spreading across his face, "then becoming Mizukage might not be so far-fetched."
"That's right," Shigure replied, his voice steady. "I am the world's first dual Jinchūriki."
Kisa let out a sharp laugh. "Even with two Tailed Beasts… if you think that's enough to kill—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
The tip of Zangetsu was already at his throat.
He hadn't even seen Shigure move.
"What do you think now?"
"Hey!" Kisa laughed, teeth flashing. "You've certainly got the strength to kill ."
"But why should I go back to Kirigakure with you?" he added with a scoff.
"That village's whole scene is boring."
Shigure smiled, unruffled.
Most Akatsuki mbers had joined for complicated reasons. Kisa had joined to work — and to see whether that so-called illusionary world Obito spoke of was worth his curiosity. Simple motives, simple loyalty. That practicality made Kisa, in his own way, Akatsuki's best employee.
"The Mist's different now," Shigure said.
"If it weren't, I wouldn't be offering to lift your Missing-nin status."
"Interested?" he asked.
"Instead of chasing so dreamlike illusion, why not return to the Hidden Mist and build a village that actually interests you?"
Kisa's face flickered through several expressions. He still couldn't tell how Shigure knew so much about him — the Akatsuki, even Obito's plans — as if the boy had seen everything.
Was the "illusionary world" Shigure ntioned the sa as the Infinite Tsukuyomi Obito had spoken of? Did this kid actually know about those things?
A grin spread across Kisa's face. Suddenly Shigure was more interesting than Obito. Building a village of his own sounded more tempting than watching a false world.
"I could go back to Kirigakure," Kisa said slowly, testing Shigure.
"But Akatsuki won't let you walk away unopposed — and I know things. Dangerous things."
"We'll deal with Akatsuki when the ti cos," Shigure replied. "But we should be careful. Subterfuge will help."
Kisa snorted. "Subterfuge? Fine. Like what? Cut down and leave a corpse?"
Before the sentence finished, the air split — Kisa's blade flashed. His left arm ca off cleanly, a spray of blood arcing through the air.
Shigure sheathed his sword without haste, then watched as Kisa's face went white with shock and fury. Kisa had expected a fight, not a casual dismbernt.
"Hey — who cuts off an arm without at least saying hello?" Kisa snarled.
Shigure's tone remained calm. "It can grow back, yes?" he asked.
Kisa hesitated. "It can… yes."
Without warning Shigure seized Sahada, poured a massive surge of Tailed-Beast chakra into the sword, and tossed it to Kisa.
"Is that enough? If not, I have more."
Kisa felt the enormous chakra stored within Sahada — a reservoir that could only co from a jinchūriki. For a mont he was speechless; the gesture had the air of soone who spent chakra like coin.
Regrowth here would not be trivial. The arm began to sprout, flesh knitting and bone reforming under the sword's chakra.
Shigure studied him. "Not bad. As expected of soone tied to the power of the Tailed Beasts."
"You said you'll be the Sixth Mizukage, right?" Kisa asked, once his arm had fully regrown.
Shigure inclined his head. "Yes. So?"
"All right," Kisa said, laughter returning.
"I'll see what kind of interesting village you, as Sixth Mizukage, would make."
He smiled like a man who'd accepted a new ga.
Shigure moved and took Sahada back from Kisa as if reclaiming a tool. "Then we'll return to the village," he said.
"From this mont, Kisa Hoshigaki is dead. You'll need a new na — think of one for yourself."
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