Hokage:Overturning Ninja world

Logan glanced back at the dozen or so warriors still standing frozen, unsure of what to do.

They had rushed forward but were just a beat too late. They didn't make it in time to follow their master and "die with honor."

"Aren't you leaving?" Logan asked, voice calm but tinged with finality.

The warriors exchanged uncertain looks.

Some knelt on the ground, faced the direction of the Daimyo's death, and committed seppuku without hesitation.

Some turned and ran, discarding their weapons as they fled into the shadows.

Only one man remained. He walked up to Logan, bowed nervously, and asked in a low voice, "Sir… may I retrieve the Daimyo's head?"

Logan waved his hand. "Go ahead."

The warrior bowed deeply again, removed his cloak, wrapped the Daimyo's head in it, and walked away with sword in hand.

It was over.

Logan dropped the bloodied knife from his hand, looked at his filthy, blood-stained clothes, and sighed. A long shower was in order.

Then, footsteps approached from behind.

He turned, and Terumi Mei threw herself into his arms.

Logan stood there awkwardly, arms lifted halfway, unsure if he should push her away or return the hug. Then, he felt something warm on his chest.

Tears.

Hot, bitter tears soaked into his shirt as Terumi Mei choked back a sob.

"It's finally over… thank you, Logan…"

Logan's tension faded, and his arms slowly closed around her.

"Yes," he said softly. "It's over."

The Village of the Bloody Mist had ended.

Not just Kirigakure's twisted legacy, but the nightmare that plagued the entire Land of Water.

The Daimyo had three sons. No matter which one took the throne, they would think long and hard about what led to their father's death. Greed would no longer go unchecked.

This wasn't a romantic embrace.

It was a moment of shared survival—two people who had stared into hell and clawed their way out, stepping over corpses and chaos to reach this fragile peace.

Around them, the diehard loyalists slumped to the ground in silence, defeated and broken.

The reformists cried openly, hugging each other, cheering with joy and disbelief.

And it wasn't just them. The news of Yagura and the Daimyo's deaths spread like wildfire across the village.

---

Kabuki Street

Iwamine Genmako sat by a window, lit a slim cigarette, took a slow drag, then placed it on the windowsill.

"In memory of that poor woman who died on this very street," she whispered.

Hugging her knees, she gazed toward the battle's epicenter through a curl of smoke. Logan's face lingered in her mind.

"My lord, you really are something."

---

Residential District

Luna and Chojuro stood on a rooftop, hand in hand, looking up at the stars above.

"Sister Luna… is this a miracle?" Chojuro asked.

"Yes," Luna whispered. "Our very own miracle."

Then she leaned in and kissed him gently on the cheek.

---

Similar moments played out all over the village.

Zabuza sat on the ground, exhausted, giving Logan a distant thumbs-up.

"You're incredible," he muttered, smiling weakly.

Logan returned the smile. His arms no longer stiff, he gently patted Terumi Mei's back and leaned closer to her ear.

"The Bloody Mist is gone… but your work has only just begun. Fifth Mizukage, Lady Terumi Mei."

"Huh?" she jerked back, stunned.

"Me?"

Logan shrugged. "Who else? Once you take the title, we'll talk about the final 'reward.'"

There were three conditions for Logan's intervention:

A piece of land to build a village on.

Terumi Mei becoming Mizukage.

And a promise—but he'd never revealed what that promise was.

Terumi Mei met his gaze, saw the seriousness in his eyes, and nodded. She stepped back and said solemnly, "Whatever that promise is… I'll agree."

---

On a nearby rooftop, the Six Paths of Pain stood with Konan.

Pain gazed at the cheering villagers and murmured, "He's… different. He reminds me of people I once knew. If I had been stronger back then… maybe I could've made people smile like this too."

Konan shook her head. "Everyone walks their own path. We just ran into some impossible choices. As for 'him'… what are you going to do?"

She meant Obito.

The so-called "Uchiha Madara" who had fled in defeat. He wouldn't give up so easily.

Pain had been his collaborator—so would he now help Obito deal with Logan?

Or was their alliance finished?

Konan hoped for the latter.

"I'll talk to him," Pain said. "But I want to hear your thoughts on Logan first—after your observation is done."

"Alright."

Pain looked out once more at the cheering crowd. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his Rinnegan, then vanished.

He was no longer the sentimental Nagato.

He was the leader of Akatsuki.

The god of Amegakure.

He was Pain—the embodiment of suffering.

Pain's gaze finally landed on Logan.

"I hope we don't become enemies."

Then, he turned and disappeared into the night.

---

It was a long, busy night.

Victory didn't mean rest. Not yet.

The battle had destroyed large parts of the village—between the Three Tails' rampage and Logan's Planetary Devastation, entire neighborhoods were now rubble. Many were buried alive.

Rescue efforts began immediately.

Thanks to Aerosmith's CO₂ detection, all survivors were rescued by sunrise and moved to a makeshift medical area.

---

In the days that followed, Kirigakure began to rebuild.

There was much to do—election of a new Mizukage, trials for the diehard loyalists, public disclosure of the truth, and plans for reconstruction.

Logan didn't involve himself.

Instead, he retreated to a quiet hot spring hotel with Sasuke, Momo, Mayuri, and Konan, enjoying a rare moment of rest.

---

A week passed.

Logan finally saw Terumi Mei again.

She arrived wearing the Mizukage's white cloak—majestic, poised, her eyes sharp and focused. With Kirigakure in ruins, every decision she made had to be swift and resolute.

But the moment her subordinates shut the door behind her, she threw off the robe, collapsed onto the table, and groaned.

"I shouldn't have agreed to be Mizukage…"

"Big sis, have an orange," Momo said sweetly, handing one over.

Terumi Mei looked at her hands and sighed. "Too tired to peel it."

Then she turned to Logan with a pitiful expression.

Logan chuckled, took the orange, peeled it, and dropped the slices into her hands.

"Thanks," she mumbled.

"You've earned it."

She bit into a slice and let out a satisfied sigh. "Still… watching the village improve day by day makes it worth it."

Clapping her hands together, she straightened up with renewed energy.

"I came here for two things."

"Shoot," Logan replied.

"First, we're throwing a celebration party tomorrow night. You're invited."

"Hell yeah!" Sasuke cheered. "Time to eat!"

"And second…" Terumi Mei turned serious, locking eyes with Logan. "I'm here to fulfill the third reward."

Sasuke, Momo, Mayuri, and Konan all stopped what they were doing and looked toward Logan.

What exactly was this "promise"?

Yagura's secret wealth? Military support? Some powerful forbidden technique?

…Or Terumi Mei herself?

The room was quiet.

Logan didn't draw it out. "I want Kirigakure's ninjas to stop working only for the elite and start helping the common people of the Land of Water."

"I also want you to maintain peaceful relations with other ninja villages. Don't let the Five Great Nations become prisons."

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Silence.

Five pairs of eyes blinked in unison.

"That's it?" Terumi Mei asked.

"That's all," Logan said, setting the cup down.

"Helping civilians… and good diplomacy?" Terumi Mei repeated, confused. "But… why?"

Logan looked her in the eye and asked a different question:

"Who do you think our real enemy is?"

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