In Naruto: Reborn With Talent Chapter 184
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"You think the one responsible for killing five councilmen is Yugito?" Killer B asked A in an incredulous tone, his eyebrows rising almost to his hairline, even forgetting to rap.
"Yes." A grumbled. "Remember that investigation about her treatment by the village I secretly conducted after Yozora took her?" Raikage sighed in sadness, remembering how the woman he thought of like a niece was mistreated. "She would have the biggest motive to do... that." He said a bit shaken from what he read happened to the five councilmen. Honestly, death would be merciful at this point for them.
"But... Yugito? Joining Yozora by her own will?" Killer B asked, not wanting to believe Yugito would betray her village. Deep down in his heart, however, he knew that she had every right for it. He knew he could not fault her for this decision. That didn't mean he wanted to believe it though.
"Yes. It is actually a miracle," Raikage rolled his eyes but B could see how grumpy and angry he was, "that this incident happened after I signed papers for their retirement and eventual clean-up."
"Ah. The Hyuuga incident..."
"Yes... I lost my Jonin Commander because of these swines." A harrumphed. "Now I can't even give them up to Konoha for their mistakes." Raikage rubbed his temples, trying to prevent his rising headache. "Could you believe we were sent the body of Hizashi Hyuuga, the twin of Hyuuga patriarch, despite sending a letter that the demand for the body of their clan head was not official and we do not require it? The old Monkey really does everything to lower the influence of the clans."
"We were used as scapegoats, heh..." Killer B smirked.
Everybody knew that the Hyuuga clan was on the rise after Uchihas fell out of grace and were relocated to the outskirts of the village. How better to make them fall in line than subtly creating some internal conflict? Sarutobi didn't even have it that hard with Kumogakure council idiots providing every tool needed for him. The fact that the Hyuuga clan is divided into two branches was just the icing on the cake.
He could exchange a life of a single jonin from the Hyuuga clan for instability in the clan, lowering their influence and diverting their eyes to something else than 'becoming Hokage' or getting more direct power in the village, and the blame would completely be on Kumogakure. All he had to do was keep the letter saying Kumo didn't want the body of the Hyuuga clan head secret.
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"I knew I should have sent the letter through the official channels, preferably our Daimyo but there was just no time for that. I thought... hoped that this mistake of these five councilors would not implicate Kumogakure but to think Sarutobi would use this situation to take the Hyuuga clan down a peg. Sigh." Raikage shook his head. Since he got the report about the failure of the mission to kidnap the Hyuuga heiress, the mission he never approved of, his headache was on the rise. After all, it meant somebody in his council was trying to screw him and the whole Kumogakure over.
Needless to say, finding out the idiots who did that wholeheartedly believed doing something that could start the next Ninja War was for the good of the village was a shocker in itself. Sure, Kumogakure came out of the previous war in the best shape but that didn't mean they could go and provoke everyone. Not when Konoha was getting chummy with Iwagakure due to Jiraiya's marriage.
"So... what did little Yugi do to the bastards?" Killer B asked, almost eagerly. He already decided to write a song about it! Now he only had to dig for the small details to incorporate into it.
Raikage raised his gaze and looked inquisitively at his brother. He knew Killer B was even fonder of Yugito than him. They both shared their burden and for B, Yugito was sort of a sister. When they found out what the councilmen did to her, it took a lot of persuasion to prevent B from releasing Bijuudama on the bastards.
Yes... Kumogakure had a reputation of kidnapping and breeding members of bloodline clans but this didn't mean it happened on a daily basis. In the years the village stood, only less than twenty such cases happened, none of them under A's administration.
A made sure to execute every fucker who hurt Yugito but the five who were on the council and had enough leverage with the nobles of the Land of Lightning. Those, he couldn't touch so easily. He just waited for them to make a mistake and now that they authorized the kidnapping of the Hyuuga heiress, he had them by the balls only for someone from Yozora to turn them into heavily crippled piles of barely living flesh. On one hand, it was vexing he couldn't deliver his own justice to them, on another, if it really was Yugito... then he could be fine with it, he supposed. Not that anybody else could use the fire of Nibi with enough precision to inflict hours of torture on the victim.
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A simply wordlessly handed the report to B, letting him learn what Yugito did to them, and watched as B winced or grimaced at times.
Yugito was brutal. First, she cooked their limbs one at a time. That alone must have been incredibly painful, leaving them begging for death. Only when the damage of a limb was so extensive they completely lost the feeling of pain, Yugito severed said limb. Brutal torture by fire. Even B was green after reading about it.
Then, Yugito took their manhoods off. She did it in a way as if she was chopping a carrot. One circlet at a time. Needless to say, even Gyuki inside of Killer B shuddered and whimpered at such cruelty.
It was only when all of that was done and the men couldn't scream anymore, Yugito took their tongues and eyes away and burned most of their skin. All five were now in the Kumogakure hospital, limbless, tongueless, eyeless, and dickless burned piles of flesh. Killer B didn't know if he should be proud of the revenge little Yugito enacted or if he should run the fuck away from her anytime he sees her. As a ninja, he found it impressive but as a man... it was downright frightening for him.
"I now see why you think it was Yugito. Nobody would have good reason to go this far with them." Killer B nodded with a gulp as he handed back the report. "But... is it alright?"
"What do you mean?" A grunted, focusing on the paperwork in front of him.
"You hate Yozora, don't you? Is it fine that Yugito apparently joined them?" B asked, raising his arms and entering a rapping stance. "I am sure, you want a lure. You feel hate, mate. This is a chance for Yozora's bounty to go risin', are ya gonna let it go missin', brozza?"
A looked at B, totally unimpressed with the brief musical addition. "B..." He sighed and leaned on the backrest of his chair. "I do hate Rei, Konan, and Ringo Ameyuri. They killed my fiance." A's eyes frosted before showing a resigned gleam. "But I am the Raikage. I have to think of the village. Anybody who can get inside a ninja village without raising any alarm, torture five high-profile politicians for a whole night without anybody even knowing it was happening, is a threat not worth antagonizing. If I was not so sure it was Yugito? I would probably blow a gasket and secretly try to do something about it. That said, I am still going to secretly find a solution to this intruding problem of ours." A frowned, "But for now, I gotta let grudges go. Especially if Yugito actually joined Yozora."
Frankly, A was dismayed. He so wanted nothing more than to dispatch hundreds of his ninjas to hunt Rei, Konan, and Ringo down but he had no idea about their whereabouts, skills, or current strength. Yozora still did a few jobs once in a while but they faded to the background, lurking in the shadows. This current incident was actually the first major happening caused by them in the last four years.
Kumogakure let its guard down for a moment and Yozora gave them a painful reminder of why that is a bad thing to do.
A looked at the picture of a woman and sighed. He really had to let bygones be bygones. For the village, and for Yugito. After all, A knew his fiance would want him to look after her sister.
Even if the girl chose to serve somebody other than Kumogakure.
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