The east coast of the Fire Nation.

Uchiha Mikoto looked at the endless sea in silence.

Blue sea and blue sky with no end in sight.

To be honest, it's a bit boring.

Although a qualified ninja should not have such emotions, Mikoto has been patrolling here for nearly half a month and has never seen a ninja from Kirigakure Village.

In other words, she didn't do anything.

For a strong person, it is inevitable that he will feel that his talents are overkill.

Coupled with Haruki's constant success stories in the Land of Thunder, her teammate Minato Namikaze has gained great fame.

And she accomplished nothing on her own.

It's not that I'm jealous.

It's just that she bears the name of the leader of the Uchiha clan, so she can't be too sorry for this title.

"Clan leader."

A young man appeared, saluted, and said, "To the southeast, we found a small boat with seven ninjas on it."

"Only seven? Are they from Kirigakure Village?"

Mikoto was slightly disappointed when she heard this. What the seven ninjas could do was probably just passing by.

"He's from Kirigakure Village. After comparing his appearance, we found out he's the Shichibukai King."

"Your Majesty's Shichibukai are the former Seven Ninja Swordsmen, right?"

Mikoto was immediately interested. The famous Seven Ninja Swordsmen are considered to be the elite ninjas in Kirigakure Village.

The portion is sufficient.

Just in time to test out the new function of her Sharingan.

"Well, clan leader, I sent people to investigate, and apart from the seven of them, there are no other ninjas. I suspect that the purpose of the Kirigakure Village is to let the seven of them raid Konoha and take advantage of the situation."

The young man spoke with a smile on his lips.

He has received professional training and would normally not laugh in front of the clan leader on such an occasion unless he couldn't help it.

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen are indeed the jounin among the jounin, and their strength is astonishing.

He could understand Mizukage's thoughts, but Mizukage obviously didn't understand the development of Konoha in recent years.

Let alone Konoha, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen might not be able to pass this coastline.

Even if Mikoto lets them enter Konoha, they will suffer a devastating blow in an instant.

"Perhaps out of trust in my own strength, I did not hide my figure. Patriarch, do you want me to call others over?"

"No need. Just leave it to me."

Mikoto waved her hand. It was a rare opportunity to test her strength and she couldn't miss it.

Since possessing the Mangekyou Sharingan, she has not had many opportunities to use it.

The only few times it was used were on the Uchiha clan.

But her eyesight ability is too restrained.

So much so that I have never let go of my hands and feet to fight.

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen are a good whetstone.

He is strong enough, but not as invincible as Haruki.

"OK."

The young man nodded and left without saying anything.

He had gone through the illusion version of the night of genocide, so he knew Mikoto's strength and didn't need to worry too much.

With those eyes, the entire Uchiha clan could not resist, let alone these seven people.

Mikoto looked at the sea until she saw the small boat the young man mentioned. She walked to the beach and waited for their arrival.

"There is someone."

Juuzo Juzo, who was holding a broken sword and a beheading sword, noticed Mikoto's unhidden figure.

The orange-haired Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost raised his head with an expressionless face.

"He's a ninja from Konoha."

He frowned slightly, always feeling a little strange.

"Jiejie, it's a good start."

The speaker was a tall and thin ninja with a long beard on his chin.

There are even eight pears.

His sword is called Explosive Sword Fei Mo. From the outside, one side looks like a huge scroll with a handle, full of dense detonating talismans, while the other side is an ordinary sword.

"Mostly it was an accident."

As the distance got closer, the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost did not notice any other ninjas.

Then this is the only possibility left.

Otherwise, no ninja village would be able to send just one ninja to meet the enemy if they knew that they had seven ninja swordsmen.

"Which one of you will handle it?"

"I won't go. It's boring to be alone."

Muuri Jinpachi curled his lips, he liked big scenes, and it was great to see the detonating talisman explode like this.

"I'll go."

The speaker was a short man who looked like a teenager due to his height.

She has a pyramid-like hairstyle and thick black circles around her eyes.

His knife is extremely big.

Double sword·flounder.

It was wrapped in bandages and placed on his back, making it look larger than his entire body.

After the young man finished speaking, he walked directly into the sea and landed on the beach.

He glanced at Miqin, but he didn't recognize her and had no impression of her.

Such a little guy has no desire to talk.

He directly took out the flounder, took off the bandage, and revealed a knife that looked like a fat-headed fish.

The two round holes on the knife emit blue gas after being exposed to the air, making the flounder glow.

The next moment, the light formed a thick beam of light and poured out.

The strong chakra fluctuation caused Mikoto's long hair to fly back.

Under the cover of countless blue rays, the Mangekyō Sharingan opens.

After obtaining Senju Hashirama's cells, Mikoto can already use the power of her eyes appropriately.

Huangquanjin in the right eye is of little use for non-pupil techniques.

She is using Ifu Yasaka for her left eye.

A blue beam of light covered her body.

When the young man saw this, he couldn't help but sneered. He couldn't even hide from what a piece of trash.

But then he was slightly startled.

Due to his understanding of Flounder, he realized that his attack did not hit.

"Illusion?"

He glanced at Mikoto in the center with a serious look on his face, "When did it happen?"

The young man immediately looked around, trying to find her true identity.

At this moment, Mikoto, who he thought was a genjutsu, took out a white short sword and slashed at him directly without any pretense.

The young man subconsciously raised his turtle to block it.

But the short sword seemed to be illusory, and passed directly through its wide blade.

"It's really an illusion...ugh!"

Only a bang was heard and his head fell to the ground.

His eyes were wide open and he would not close his eyes.

His last thought was what kind of illusion was this?
To be continued...