CHAPTER 162: CHAPTER 162: I CAN HELP YOU, TRUST ME!

Zabuza did indeed have a dream,

but the decapitation blade was merely a tool to fulfill it.

Using the word "dream" might be an exaggeration—

"goal" seemed more fitting.

Emerging from the shadows of his childhood, fueled by dissatisfaction with the present,

like many youths with aspirations in the Hidden Mist,

Zabuza longed to personally kill the Fourth Mizukage.

This thought had become increasingly potent recently.

However, without his beloved decapitation blade, Zabuza was acutely aware of his limitations.

At this moment,

what Zabuza desired most was the very sword he had long coveted,

which had been taken from him by a member of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, Jūzō Biwa.

Still, faced with the girl before him,

the weight of his humiliation caused Zabuza to turn his head defiantly.

"Dream?"

"That kind of trivial thing? I don’t need it."

Quite a proud statement,

and Qingchuan decided to reward him with another slap.

Slap.

The crisp sound echoed, with no hesitation behind it.

Beneath Zabuza’s fiery gaze,

Qingchuan lifted a finger and shook it slightly.

"A person without dreams is no different from a corpse.

"Why not think of a dream, Mr. Zabuza?"

"I can’t bear to see you become a corpse."

With a gentle gaze and calm tone,

Qingchuan seemed to transform into a life coach, attempting to enlighten the cornered ninja...

However, Zabuza felt no warmth from her!

This girl was nothing short of a lunatic!

He still had no clue as to her true intentions.

"What do you want me to say?"

Zabuza finally managed to squeeze out those words after a long pause.

If it were possible, he’d prefer to vanish from this place altogether, leaving those rogue ninjas to their own devices!

"That’s what I was waiting for, Mr. Zabuza."

Qingchuan’s eyes glimmered with delight.

"Ordinary dreams clearly don’t befit someone of your stature."

"But if...

Qingchuan continued, his tone growing more persuasive,

"Let’s say Mr. Zabuza aims to assassinate the Mizukage... that dream, even if it fails, would certainly be worthy of your reputation, wouldn’t it?"

Qingchuan finally stated his purpose.

Zabuza, while weak, could hardly assassinate the genjutsu-controlled Yagura.

But Qingchuan didn’t plan to have Zabuza carry out the assassination.

All he needed was an opportunity—

the chance to confront the Fourth Mizukage and unleash a torrent of his fury,

while also indulging in the thrill of assassination.

"You’re thinking too highly of yourself."

Understanding the girl’s intentions stirred something within Zabuza,

yet his tone grew colder again.

He shut his eyes defiantly, refusing to cooperate.

This loyalty nearly moved Qingchuan.

With his blade drawn, Qingchuan’s eyes revealed no emotion.

"Since it has come to this... then I’ll have to summon in another ambitious person for assistance, Mr. Zabuza."

As he spoke, Qingchuan aimed his sword at Zabuza’s throat...

"In your next life, be a person with dreams...

"Goodbye."

"Wait!"

As the blade drew nearer, Zabuza finally shouted, his eyes widening in alarm.

"Wait a minute!"

But Qingchuan disregarded his plea, bringing the sword down!

"I can help you!"

"No need!" Qingchuan remained unyielding.

"I can truly assist you! Just trust me!"

Hmm?

Qingchuan, slightly skeptical, peered into Zabuza’s eyes.

"Are you being serious?"

Zabuza sighed in relief.

His eyes darted around as he tentatively asked,

"Can you just tell me who your helper is... wait!"

The blade had pressed against his throat, the sharp pain and warm blood trickling down were apparent!

"What were you about to say?"

Qingchuan raised the blade slightly.

With narrowed eyes, he inquired calmly.

"I..."

Once again, Zabuza found himself at a loss for words.

At this moment, he felt conflicted.

To kill the Mizukage...

Indeed, he had longed to slay that individual who had turned the Hidden Mist into chaos.

However, killing the Mizukage himself vs. being slain by an outsider were two entirely different matters.

But at this point,

as Qingchuan suggested, wishing to slay the Mizukage wasn’t an aspiration limited to just him.

It was certainly ironic.

The Hidden Mist had fallen to such a state.

Originally, he intended to verify just whom Qingchuan meant, but all thoughts simply evaporated.

Zabuza shut his eyes again.

When they opened once more, the look in his eyes was subdued.

"I can help you... Just tell me your plan."

Qingchuan’s brows shot up.

The killing intent fading into thin air,

a smile returned to his face, and with a snap of his fingers, the beams of light binding Zabuza dissipated.

"If only you had spoken your mind sooner."

"Mr. Zabuza, you truly are a shy individual!"

Zabuza was once again left speechless,

but he felt the freedom wash over him once more, making him reconsider this seemingly harmless girl before him.

What an enigma!

Was this some form of sealing technique?

Who on earth was she?

"Tell me your plan. Just so you know, even if you defeat me, that doesn’t mean you can defeat the Mizukage."

"If you’re not adequately prepared, it’s no different from seeking death."

Zabuza flexed his wrists, once again speaking coldly.

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