Two weeks later.
Uchiha Mirai arrived at a coliseum.
The arena was packed to the brim, every spectator's face brimming with excitement.
They cheered at the top of their lungs, fists pumping wildly in the air.
In this fever-pitched atmosphere, the primal side of humanity was on full display.
As he watched the scene unfold, Mirai couldn't help but recall the underground cage fights from his past life.
Apart from the more luxurious and formal setting, there wasn't much difference between this place and those illegal brawls.
Of course, while Mirai was the ruler of the Divine Nation, he had no intention of banning this sort of entertainment.
Every region had its own customs. As long as everything operated within the rules he had set, he wasn't interested in interfering too much.
Moments later, spurred on by the roaring crowd, two burly men stepped into the center of the arena.
Under the eager gazes of the audience, the two launched into a brutal melee.
No rules—just fists smashing flesh.
Fights like this usually didn't last long.
In less than five minutes, one of the men took a vicious kick to the chin and collapsed, completely unconscious.
There was no break for the victor. Immediately, a slender woman stepped into the arena.
The crowd erupted in jeers.
The size difference was far too great. No matter how hard the woman tried, it didn't seem like she could land a single meaningful blow.
The muscular man who had just won grinned with contempt.
"Hey! If you get on your knees and beg real nice, I might let you walk away. How's that sound?"
The crowd burst into raucous laughter.
In a place like this, the more crude, violent, and debased the behavior, the more wildly it was celebrated.
But the woman didn't respond. Her expression was blank, her gaze fixed on the man without moving an inch.
"Buzzkill."
The man snorted and clenched his fists as he moved in.
Just as he got close, the woman's lips curved into a strange, eerie smile.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion rocked the arena—the woman's body detonated on the spot.
"She was a human bomb! Run for your lives!"
Panic erupted as people scrambled toward the exits in a mad stampede.
Just then, a figure flashed forward, cutting off a man and woman in their tracks.
"Found you at last, Chino, Nowaki."
Chino narrowed her eyes and asked coldly, "Who are you?"
"Kazamatsuri Moegi."
"I was sent by Lord Emperor himself to investigate the human bomb incident."
At her words, Chino and Nowaki exchanged a glance—and attacked without hesitation.
"Water Style!"
Countless large droplets of water surged toward Moegi, who immediately formed hand seals.
"Earth Style: Earth Flow Wall!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The heavy water bullets slammed into the mud wall with muffled thuds.
Nowaki seized the opportunity.
A raging Wind Style technique, like a miniature tornado, shredded the earth wall to pieces. Every wind blade was sharp as a sword, engulfing Moegi in a flurry of slicing gales.
With a low shout, Moegi summoned a surge of plant life that exploded outward, wrapping tightly around her and shielding her body.
"Chino!"
"I'm on it."
Responding to Nowaki's call, Chino quickly formed seals.
"Fire Style: Dragon Fire Jutsu!"
Augmented by the wind, the flames devoured the protective wood-style dome in an instant.
Moegi's figure appeared on the second floor of the coliseum, looking worse for wear.
She hadn't expected these two to be such a handful.
She was a jōnin, yet hadn't gained any real advantage in that exchange.
Glancing at her arm—scorched by the Fire Style—Moegi shivered slightly.
If she'd been a second slower with her Body Flicker Technique, she'd be a pile of ash by now.
Chino looked up and asked, "How did you find us?"
Moegi replied coldly, "A survivor told me who you were."
Chino frowned. "So I really should've killed everyone."
Moegi's expression darkened with anger.
"Why did you turn the villagers into human bombs?!"
Chino snorted. "That's none of your business."
Moegi lowered into a battle stance once more.
"If you won't talk, then I'll just have to drag you both back for questioning."
But Chino smirked in return. "You won't get that chance."
As she spoke, her eyes turned blood-red.
Moegi's body froze.
"Crap!"
She gasped internally.
Her heartbeat spiked uncontrollably. Chakra from every corner of her body surged toward her heart.
"She's turning me into a human bomb!"
Moegi had spent days studying this phenomenon. She knew exactly what kind of changes occurred before a detonation.
Somewhere during that earlier fight, she'd fallen into their trap.
In her panic, she suddenly remembered the kunai Mirai had given her.
She tried to channel chakra into it—but her body refused to obey.
"Gana..."
As she saw the twisted smiles on her enemies' faces, her heart pounded harder and harder.
Was this really how she would die—on her very first mission as a jōnin?
Suddenly, a warm hand landed on her shoulder.
The next second, her frantically beating heart calmed, and her chakra returned to normal.
"S-Saved...!"
She had danced on the edge of death—and survived. Moegi felt as though all strength had left her body.
She turned around and saw Uchiha Mirai standing quietly behind her.
"L-Lord Mirai?!"
Moegi exclaimed in joy and relief.
"Moegi. Step aside."
Mirai moved forward, his gaze settling on Chino and Nowaki.
"Are you going to resist?"
He didn't bother concealing his identity—both Chino and Nowaki knew exactly who he was.
In an instant, cold sweat drenched their bodies.
He hadn't even made a move, yet just standing there, he radiated an overwhelming pressure they had never felt before.
Nowaki forced out a trembling voice. "Chino... I'll buy you some time. Run."
He had always taken pride in his strength.
But before this man—who had single-handedly subdued an entire era—he felt completely powerless.
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