Naruto: I'm Really Not an Evil Uchiha!

"If you want to live, you'd better shut up and stop doubting whether I can kill you before you even open your mouth."

Shimizu's threatening words rang in Miroku's ears.

Only after Miroku gave a subtle nod did Shimizu release her.

"You're a Konoha ninja, aren't you? Why did you trespass here and act so rudely?"

Miroku glared at Shimizu, the panic on her face quickly transforming into composure.

As the Priestess of a nation, she held a status as noble as the Daimyo—or even higher.

The legends left behind by the priestesses had elevated their image to a divine level in the hearts of the people of the Land of Demons. Many revered her without question.

"Are you trying to spark a war between nations?"

Miroku's voice was sacred and dignified, tinged with an undeniable sense of authority.

"Priestess, if I were you, I wouldn't use that tone. When dealing with the strong, you should learn the posture of the weak."

Shimizu clapped his hands. A shadow clone brought over a chair before vanishing.

He sat down in front of Miroku.

Miroku rose from her incense burner seat, towering over him to observe what he intended to do.

Her curvaceous figure trembled subtly with her movements. The ceremonial robes she wore accentuated her shapely hips, creating an almost paradoxical blend of sensuality and sanctity.

Shimizu's gaze lingered openly on her figure, examining her from head to toe with undisguised interest.

Miroku instinctively furrowed her brows.

She was no naive girl. In the twenty years she had served as Priestess, she had encountered all sorts of people and understood the intent behind their gazes.

Shimizu's look made her uncomfortable. Few in the Land of Demons dared look at her in such a way, and those who did were often criminals, imprisoned and subjected to severe punishment.

"What are you looking at?"

Miroku's tone was icy as she met Shimizu's deep, abyss-like black eyes.

"What am I looking at? Of course, I'm looking at you, Priestess. Is there anyone else in front of me?"

Shimizu's lips curled into a faint smile.

Even the heavy ceremonial robes couldn't conceal her figure.

At this distance, Shimizu could even catch a faint scent—whether it was the ethereal fragrance of purity or a natural hormonal allure, he couldn't tell. But perhaps he could find out.

"Such insolence!"

Miroku snapped.

This feeling was unbearable—like being appraised as a mere object.

Since becoming the Priestess, few had dared look at her like this, let alone speak with such audacity.

"Guards—!"

As her voice grew louder, a kunai whizzed past her hair and embedded itself into a wooden pillar with a thud.

Miroku's violet eyes narrowed. She hadn't even seen Shimizu's movements!

If he had intended to kill her at that moment, she would already be dead.

"I told you not to doubt whether I can kill you before you open your mouth. This is your final warning."

Shimizu remained seated, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Miroku.

The Priestess's power might be formidable, but it was entirely specialized.

Her chakra and techniques were highly effective against Moryo and allowed her to foresee the deaths of those around her. Beyond that, she was little different from an ordinary person.

"If you kill me, what then? Without me, no one can seal Moryo."

Miroku appeared confident, unconvinced that Shimizu dared harm her.

"Priestess, have you considered that if Moryo breaks free, the first place to suffer will be the Land of Demons? The other nations will merely use it as a battleground to contain Moryo, keeping the chaos far from their own borders."

"Do you want your homeland to be devastated?"

Shimizu's words startled Miroku. In her impulsiveness, she had overlooked that if Moryo escaped, the Land of Demons would bear the brunt of the disaster.

Such losses were unacceptable. As a Priestess tasked with guarding her nation, she could not allow the mission to fail in her generation.

Seeing her conflicted expression, Shimizu smirked inwardly.

In the movie, Miroku was willing to sacrifice her life to seal Moryo. This alone showed that she valued the lives of others above her own.

"So, what do you want?"

After a brief pause, Miroku relented. Her survival was indeed crucial.

If Shimizu lacked a sense of responsibility and morality, he might kill her without care for the consequences.

"Relax. We are not enemies. I came here for the sake of all living beings."

"…?"

Miroku wondered if she had misheard.

Shimizu's words were utterly at odds with his unsettling gaze. Yet, he claimed to act for the greater good.

"Moryo has already broken free."

"How do you know?"

Miroku's disbelief was evident. She suspected he was lying.

Moryo had been split into two parts—its soul sealed in the Land of Demons and its body in the Land of Marshes, both under constant watch. How could it possibly escape?

"Because I've already seen traces of Moryo."

Shimizu's eyes transformed into the crimson Three Tomoe Sharingan—sinister and mesmerizing.

Though the Sharingan couldn't truly detect such things, it was a convincing trick for someone unaware of its limitations.

"The Three Tomoe… Sharingan."

Miroku gazed silently at his peculiar eyes.

The Uchiha clan's reputation had reached even the Land of Demons. These were said to be eyes that could perceive all, one of the three supreme Dojutsu.

"You…"

"I swear on the name of the Uchiha clan, Moryo is hidden within… the Daimyo of the Land of Demons."

Miroku's violet eyes widened in shock. Her dignified demeanor cracked with a trace of astonishment.

The Land of Demons – The Daimyo's Hall

"This Kirigakure is insatiable."

The Daimyo glared at Zabuza's departing figure, fuming with anger.

He ran his hand over the black bell at his waist, as if seeking solace in its presence.

"Moryo, when will you and I finally merge into one?"

Ambition gleamed in the Daimyo's eyes.

Once he fully merged with Moryo, he would no longer bow to the whims of the ninja villages.

"Soon, very soon."

Moryo's sinister voice echoed in the Daimyo's ears.

Black mist-like chakra poured into the Daimyo's body, enhancing its resilience.

"Haha! Uniting the Five Great Nations is within reach!"

The Daimyo laughed maniacally.

"Continue. In just a few more years, I'll take full control of this fool's body."

Within the Daimyo, Moryo chuckled darkly. The swirling black mist seemed to form a faint, eerie smile.

Emotions like anger and jealousy only hastened their fusion—but at the cost of the Daimyo's vitality. His body would age rapidly, unable to last much longer.

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