Seeing Kisame still silently battling on the side, holding back a portion of the heavenly thunder, Fuguki felt a little less frustrated.
Indeed, only Kisame is a subordinate truly worthy of his trust. It's not in vain that he valued him so much in the past, teaching him various combat techniques and Ninja Techniques.
However, continuing like this is not a solution; the rain clouds in the sky are becoming increasingly intense, showing no signs of dissipating.
I'm afraid before the rain clouds dissipate, he and Kisame will have already been exhausted.
"Don't think about Hidden Cloud, or your other subordinates. They can't even take care of themselves; how could they have time to bother with you, you fat pig? In the end, they may not be that loyal to you."
Ringo Ameyuri laughed mockingly, using words to disturb Fuguki's mind.
Sure enough, because of Ringo Ameyuri's words, Fuguki showed a flaw, and the lightning struck swiftly.
Fuguki hurriedly raised Shark Skin to shield himself from the attack of the heavenly thunder.
The bandages on the Shark Skin Great Blade were already damaged, revealing the deep blue, thorny blade, with a mouth resembling a certain fish, sharp teeth bared in pain due to the heavenly thunder's attack, emitting continuous dissatisfied grunts.
Apparently, Fuguki's repeated mishandling left it extremely displeased, but due to Fuguki being the Sword Master, it chose not to unleash its fury.
"Are you bastards really trying to make me furious?"
Fuguki's face contorted, becoming as fearsome as an Evil Demon, his murderous aura boiling.
"If that's the case, it would be our utmost honor."
Ringo Ameyuri continued to provoke Fuguki, then picked up two Thunder Blades, slashing towards Fuguki from above with a basic stance.
Fuguki knew that heavenly thunder could not be absorbed by Shark Skin, so he didn't dare to make contact easily.
There is a fundamental difference between heavenly thunder and Chakra-generated lightning.
"Cut!"
Dodging Ringo Ameyuri's attack, Fuguki realized he couldn't hope for assistance from Hidden Cloud.
Even though he didn't know what Yagura had done, it was a fact that Hidden Cloud's reinforcements wouldn't arrive.
His subordinates were also entangled and could not assist him.
And with Ringo Ameyuri using the rain clouds to guide heavenly thunder, his combat stance was disadvantaged, and defeat was only a matter of time.
At this moment, a slightly disheveled figure landed beside Fuguki.
"Lord Fuguki, we should retreat quickly; continuing this fight is meaningless."
The one suggesting was Kisame.
Kisame's thought aligned with Fuguki's current intentions, but giving up the power he painstakingly built left his heart unwilling.
"We should retreat first, wait for the results between Yagura and the Third Lord's battle. If the Third Lord wins, Yagura and his men will be no threat by then."
Hearing Kisame's words, Fuguki was quite moved.
It seems he can only abandon this side. Fuguki sighed internally; Kisame was right, staying here is meaningless.
As long as he doesn't die, there's a chance to rise again.
If he dies here, even if the Third Mizukage wins, the position of Fourth Mizukage will not be his.
But retreating... Fuguki felt troubled.
Judging by Ringo Ameyuri's attitude, there's no way he would let him leave.
Honestly, facing Ringo Ameyuri with the divine assistance of heavenly thunder, Fuguki still felt uneasy. Without someone willing to keep him at bay, it would be hard to escape from Ringo Ameyuri's grasp.
Fuguki instinctively glanced at Kisame with a meaningful look, quickly coming to a decision in his heart.
Distracting Ringo Ameyuri meant sacrificing one's life to cover the retreat.
And Kisame was indeed the best candidate.
Trustworthy enough, with the capability, if not for the current dire situation, he wouldn't need to abandon such a useful subordinate.
Even thinking like this, Fuguki felt little guilt towards Kisame. To him, subordinates are to be used for effectiveness at times like these.
Subordinates are always just subordinates; sacrifice one, and another can always take their place.
At least when he returns in the future, he would avenge Kisame.
"Kisame, you..."
Having made up his mind to let Kisame sacrifice his life to cover the retreat, Fuguki's sentence was cut short.
The blade pierced through his chest, staining the blade red with blood.
Kisame held the hilt, his face expressionless.
He then raised a foot and kicked heavily on Fuguki's chest, sending his body flying backwards, while the Great Sword Shark Skin slipped from his grip, crashing to the ground with a mournful wail.
Fuguki rolled on the ground, coughing and spitting blood, struggling to stand up with fingers trembling, pointing at Kisame: "Kisame, what are you doing?"
Incredulity and confusion filled his eyes, not understanding why Kisame had betrayed him.
"Of course, I meant to kill you. While working with you, your guard only drops when giving orders, I just needed to seize that moment."
Kisame's bizarre shark-like face remained void of expression, looking at the blade in his hand stained with Fuguki's splattered blood, and then raised his head, fixing his cold gaze on his superior.
He thoroughly understood everything about Fuguki, when his guard was strongest, and when it was weakest, Kisame was acutely aware.
So, he had been waiting for this optimal moment to thrust a treacherous blade into his superior, Fuguki.
"Then why... did you betray me?"