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Chapter 175: How Can the Vast Land of Water Not Tolerate Two Mizukage?

“I... Is it really possible for me?” Although Takagi said this, Seiryu saw the look of excitement in his eyes. Seiryu wasn’t surprised—after all, what shinobi from a great village didn’t grow up hearing legendary stories of their own Kage?

Sure, when they grow up, many recognize harsh realities due to their talent or background, but now that opportunity was right in front of him, Takagi’s ambition was fully awakened.

“What’s stopping you?” said Seiryu. “There are only three elite jonin left in Kirigakure, and you’re the strongest among them. Besides, as Konoha, one of the great nations with responsibility for the shinobi world, it’s only natural we’d help bring order back to the Land of Water. So, Mr. Takagi, all you need to consider is whether you want to be the Fifth Mizukage. Or do you lack confidence in taking up the post?”

“Lord Hokage! I want to improve myself more than anything!” Takagi couldn’t hold back after hearing Seiryu’s words—he dropped to his knees in front of Seiryu in a dramatic bow.

“It’s good that you have such confidence, Mr. Takagi.” Seiryu smiled.

“As the leader of a great nation’s shinobi village, the Mizukage is one of the few who can truly be called a Kage in this world.” Seiryu stepped forward, patted Takagi’s shoulder, and continued, “But once you become Mizukage, you’ll have to shoulder the responsibilities that come with the title.”

“I will!” Takagi was overjoyed by Seiryu’s words, already imagining his wonderful life as Mizukage.

“But…” Seiryu changed his tone. “Everything has a price. Do you agree with that, Mr. Takagi?”

Hearing this, Takagi’s expression grew troubled. He knew it was time to discuss terms. If he wanted Konoha’s support to become Mizukage, he’d have to pay a steep price.

But the thought of gaining such supreme glory quickly eroded what little rationality he had left.

“Lord Hokage! As long as I can become Mizukage, I’m willing to do anything!” Takagi said excitedly.

“Eh, you don’t need to go that far.” Seiryu waved his hand. “Konoha and Kirigakure have had their conflicts in the past, but I believe we can become friendly neighbors. Us sending troops to help you quell the rebellion is a good start, right?”

“Yes, yes.” Takagi nodded. “Kirigakure will always remember your kindness, and Konoha’s.”

“I wouldn’t call it kindness,” said Seiryu. “After all, our Konoha forces were hired at great expense by your Fourth Mizukage. Now that your Fourth Mizukage can’t wake up, I’m left wondering who will pay that bill.”

“Please rest assured, Lord Hokage. We Kirigakure are not the type to default on debts. We’ll repay every cent owed.” Takagi gritted his teeth.

“Let’s wait until you’ve seen the terms your Fourth Mizukage set out before making such promises.” Seiryu pulled out a scroll, extracting a list stamped with Yagura’s Mizukage seal, and handed it to Takagi.

Takagi took one look at the list and was shocked: every item in the military budget was calculated in tens of billions, and even the Six-Tails from the rebels was included as collateral.

“This... this is way too much.” Though Takagi had never been involved in Kirigakure’s highest affairs, he knew this debt was far beyond what the village could pay off easily.

“That’s why I wanted you to read the terms before deciding,” Seiryu said. “It’s clear the rebels put a lot of pressure on your Mizukage—he even used a tailed beast as a bargaining chip.”

Takagi stared at the list, hesitating, glancing between it and Seiryu. He realized this was likely Konoha and Seiryu’s condition for making him the Fifth Mizukage.

Seiryu noticed Takagi’s gaze but said nothing more. With a gentle smile, he took out a spare tea set and started brewing tea right on the Mizukage’s desk.

Seiryu wasn’t worried about Takagi refusing. According to Intel, Takagi was a consummate self-interested schemer. If he had to repay the debt himself, he’d never agree. But as it was now Kirigakure’s collective burden, it wouldn’t affect him once he became Mizukage.

Sure enough, before long, Takagi nodded in agreement.

“Kirigakure will repay Konoha’s aid as promised,” Takagi said.

“I knew I wasn’t wrong about you, Mr. Takagi. You’re a man of your word.” Seiryu smiled. “Come, come.”

He stood up, pulling Takagi over to the Mizukage’s office chair.

“Mr. Takagi, since you’re about to become the Fifth Mizukage, why not get a feel for the seat in advance?” Seiryu grinned.

“No, I can’t, I can’t.” Takagi waved his hands, but he couldn’t resist Seiryu at all. He was practically dragged over and pressed into the Mizukage’s chair.

The moment Takagi’s butt touched the chair, he let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure.

“Well? How does it feel, Mr. Takagi?” Seiryu asked with a big smile.

Takagi didn’t reply, his face flushed with excitement, savoring the sensation of the Mizukage’s chair.

“From now on, Mr. Takagi, you’ll be a fellow Kage with me. I hope we can support each other.” Seiryu waited for Takagi to calm down before speaking.

“Lord Hokage, I still have much to learn from you.” Takagi, having recovered, spoke obsequiously to Seiryu. He knew that after signing this agreement, Kirigakure would be under Konoha’s shadow for a long time—but he just couldn’t bear to give up this chair.

“Let’s both progress together,” Seiryu replied. “So, have you decided how to deal with the rebels now running amok in northern Water Country?”

Takagi was startled by the question. Right—even if he became Mizukage, with Kirigakure’s current strength, there was no way to stop the rebels. Any one of their leaders could easily overpower him.

“Does Lord Hokage have any advice?” Takagi admitted he couldn’t handle the rebels and pinned his hopes on Seiryu.

“The rebels are no joke,” Seiryu said. “Otherwise, your Fourth Mizukage wouldn’t have humbled himself to ask Konoha for help. Kirigakure suffered heavy losses in this conflict, making it even harder to resist the rebels’ advance.”

“But,” Seiryu continued, “have you heard of our Konoha Pact?”

“What’s that?” Kirigakure had been closed off for years, so Takagi had no idea about the accord that had indirectly started wars in the Land of Waterfall and the Land of Earth.

Seiryu explained the details of the accord while handing Takagi a cup of tea.

“You mean Konoha will station troops to help us fight the rebels?” Takagi exclaimed in surprise.

“Of course.” Seiryu smiled, realizing Takagi, now sitting in the chair, had lost what little rationality he had—the only thing he heard was Konoha’s promise to send troops. As for the conditions, Takagi hadn’t listened at all.

But that was exactly what Seiryu wanted.

“Lord Hokage, when can Kirigakure join the pact?” Takagi asked.

“That’ll have to wait until you’re officially Mizukage,” Seiryu replied, waving his hand.

“Understood, I was too hasty,” Takagi said with a self-deprecating laugh.

…

The next day, Kirigakure’s Mizukage selection vote was held. With so few eligible elite jonin left, the vote was opened to all Kirigakure shinobi, conducted anonymously. Takagi won with 51% of the vote, becoming the Fifth Mizukage.

On hearing the result, the participating Kirigakure shinobi all looked at each other in disbelief.

Takagi had the worst reputation and connections among the three elite jonin candidates—yet somehow, he was elected.

“I refuse to accept this!” Another elite jonin and candidate stood up. “He’s a deserter who abandoned his comrades during battle—how can he be Mizukage?!”

Seiryu, standing on the platform, stepped forward with a cold expression. “I personally guaranteed the fairness of this vote. Are you questioning my integrity?”

At his words, the Konoha shinobi present glared at the protesting jonin.

“N-no.” The jonin’s face turned ashen, especially seeing Seiryu’s hand on his sword. He could only force himself to back down.

“Then, let’s have Mr. Takagi take the stage.”

The Kirigakure shinobi below had doubts about the election, but surrounded by Konoha ninja, they could only watch as Takagi strode confidently to the podium to give his inauguration speech.

In his speech, Takagi lavished praise on Konoha and Seiryu, promising to lead Kirigakure into a new era of glory.

When he finished, Seiryu led the applause, then walked up and placed the Mizukage hat on Takagi’s head.

This scene made some Kirigakure shinobi grit their teeth in rage. Since when did their Mizukage need to be inaugurated by Konoha’s Hokage? Wasn’t this an open admission that Kirigakure was completely subjugated?

But Takagi seemed oblivious, shamelessly accepting the hat from Seiryu and waving to the audience.

Most Kirigakure shinobi watched coldly, but Takagi’s appointment as Fifth Mizukage was now a settled fact.

The first thing Takagi did in office was sign the Konoha pact.

…

The next day, Uchiha Fugaku, temporarily appointed as commander of the Konoha garrison in Water Country, was transported in by Genma and his team to take up the post.

News of Takagi becoming Mizukage spread quickly throughout Water Country.

At that moment, Terumi Mei and Zabuza, still recovering from injuries, were utterly shocked by the news. They’d heard of Takagi’s reputation in Kirigakure—him becoming Mizukage was beyond their expectations.

But once they heard Takagi had signed an unequal treaty with Seiryu, they realized it was all Seiryu’s scheme.

“That bastard Takagi! He’s selling out the country!” Zabuza, newly recovered, ground his teeth in anger. He just couldn’t understand how their country had fallen so far, with traitors emerging one after another.

“No, we absolutely cannot acknowledge him as Mizukage!” Terumi Mei said after some thought.

“So what do we do?” Kisame sighed.

“We establish our own Kirigakure right here! We absolutely refuse to recognize that puppet government as the true Water Country.” Terumi Mei bit out. “I hope you’ll all support me as the Fifth Mizukage.”

“Agreed!” Kisame nodded.

“It’s all we can do now.” Zabuza nodded as well.

…

The next day, news that the rebels had established a new Kirigakure in the north spread throughout Water Country.

For the first time in history, the Land of Water now had two Mizukage.

Chapter 176: Breaking Kirigakure’s Backbone

News that the Land of Water now had two Mizukage swept through the ninja world.

The Daimyo of Water Country had little reaction. With its favorable geography and the presence of two tailed beasts, Water Country was unlikely to face external threats—and so it had become notorious as a breeding ground for foolish rulers and treacherous ministers.

Since the first Daimyo after Kirigakure’s founding, Water Country had produced several generations of incompetent rulers.

Otherwise, no sane monarch would ever allow their army to implement something as bloody as the Blood Mist’s policy—so the process for appointing the Mizukage was different from other great nations. Elsewhere, the village holds an internal vote and the Daimyo merely approves it, but in Kirigakure, once a Mizukage is chosen, the paperwork is simply handed to the Mizukage for a signature and stamp.

Coincidentally, both Takagi and Terumi Mei sent official notifications to the Daimyo after taking office.

This generation’s Daimyo, addled by years of indulgence and drugs, couldn’t be bothered and handed both notifications to his ministers.

Here, Terumi Mei’s lack of experience showed.

Having learned from intelligence just how corrupt Water Country’s ministers were, Seiryu advised Takagi to bribe them before he left.

The ministers, happy with their bribes, signed off on Takagi’s paperwork, officially legitimizing his rule—while Terumi Mei’s new Kirigakure was branded as rebels.

Angered, Terumi Mei, along with the now-recovering Zabuza and Kisame, launched another attack on Kirigakure.

But their battered forces were no match for Konoha shinobi. Even with Mei’s Lava Release, the trio couldn’t get the better of Uchiha Fugaku, despite his non-combat Mangekyo abilities.

Comically, perhaps because they’d imagined Seiryu as their main enemy for so long, Terumi Mei made the rookie mistake of making eye contact with Fugaku during battle.

If not for Zabuza and Kisame’s desperate rescue, the rebels might have needed a Sixth Mizukage on the spot.

Defeated, the rebels were forced to defend their territory as best they could. Meanwhile, with Konoha supplies and merchants led by Gato, Kirigakure began rebuilding.

But even so, the internal situation in Kirigakure didn’t improve much.

In two or three months, thanks to Konoha’s aid and investment, the villagers resumed production and living standards greatly improved from the Blood Mist days. But Konoha shinobi patrolling the village made both civilians and ninja uncomfortable.

Unlike in the Land of Rice Fields and the Land of Hot Water, where Konoha troops had good relations with locals, here, barely ten years had passed since the last war—there was still too much hatred.

In less than three months, Konoha troops and Kirigakure villagers clashed several times.

The most notable incident: a Konoha squad, out drinking on leave, was verbally abused by some villagers.

The squad captain, a hothead from the earliest days of the Konoha police, hadn’t been insulted like this since Seiryu became Hokage. Even Konoha’s own troublemakers didn’t dare talk to him like this—how dare these people, whom he was protecting, act up? Already drunk, he lost his temper and led his squad in beating up the villagers.

Kirigakure ninja soon arrived, as did more Konoha ninja, and the conflict escalated.

If not for Fugaku and Takagi arriving in time, there might have been a full-scale brawl.

Fugaku was furious. For him, Konoha ninja represented the village’s honor abroad, and striking civilians over words was a gross violation of the shinobi code. If word got out, it would be a huge blow to Konoha’s image.

He intended to severely punish the offenders.

But to his surprise, Takagi acted first—targeting not the Konoha ninja, but the villagers and local ninja who had spoken out.

“What are you doing?” Takagi shouted. “Don’t forget, they’re the ones who drove out the rebels and helped rebuild our village! Do you want to go back to the days of the Blood Mist? Arrest them! They must be punished!”

Takagi’s loyal ANBU soon dragged the offending villagers and ninja away.

“Lord Fugaku, they’ve just come out of a harsh regime—they don’t know the rules yet. Sorry for making you and your men witness this,” Takagi said obsequiously.

In three months, Takagi had been called a traitor behind his back, but he’d also enjoyed the perks of being Mizukage—accumulating wealth he’d never dreamed of, and after Fugaku repelled Terumi Mei’s attack, Fugaku was like a father to him. As long as Konoha’s troops remained, his seat was secure.

If Konoha and Fugaku were displeased and withdrew, his life would be in danger.

As for internal dissent? Did they really think he was a figurehead? The two other elite jonin who had competed for Mizukage were already dealt with—under the previous regime, they all had skeletons in the closet. Takagi used existing crimes—like harming fellow shinobi—to eliminate them.

With rivals gone, he quickly gathered loyal subordinates, and while he couldn’t deal with Terumi Mei’s faction, he was more than capable of cracking down at home.

Seeing such obsequious behavior, some Kirigakure ninja nearly ground their teeth to dust in anger—but there was little they could do.

Fugaku, baffled by Takagi’s actions, arrested the Konoha squad and sent a report to Seiryu, asking for instructions.

Normally, one wouldn’t trouble the Hokage with such matters, but Fugaku had no such qualms. Since Seiryu took over as clan head, Fugaku realized his own limitations, especially after his eldest son’s downfall, and had resigned himself to simply following Seiryu’s will.

He hadn’t wanted the Water Country command, but no one else in Konoha had the strength or seniority. He’d rather spend his days with his son in Konoha than in gloomy Kirigakure.

So, he had no reservations about seeking Seiryu’s advice.

Seiryu’s reply was simple: “Minor punishment, let things take their course.”

If this had been the Land of Hot Water or Rice Fields, Seiryu would have insisted on strict discipline, as their weak ninja populations and alliance with Konoha made image crucial—any incident could be exploited by the Land of Lightning.

But Kirigakure was different. Though weakened, they still had potential. To truly make them Konoha’s fish farm, their backbone had to be broken.

That was why Seiryu personally maneuvered to place Takagi in office, even at the risk of criticism.

Frankly, Seiryu was surprised such an incident took three months to occur—Konoha ninja were truly well-disciplined.

Meanwhile, Seiryu had Zetsu impersonate villagers to spread rumors about Konoha’s greatness, and had Gato’s merchants subtly influence Kirigakure with the Konoha way.

Such tactics might take time, but Seiryu knew from his previous life how effective they could be.

As Seiryu’s grand operation boomed, Kumogakure reached out to Terumi Mei’s rebel faction.

“Miss Terumi Mei, our terms are quite generous—far better than what Takagi agreed to with Konoha,” said the Fourth Raikage, seated imposingly at his desk, speaking to Mei over a video call.

“Lord Raikage, could you give us a little more time to consider?” Mei replied, troubled.

“Of course. But are you sure you have that much time? Konoha is tied up supporting the Land of Waterfall for now. Once that war ends, can you withstand their full might?”

Mei fell silent. The Raikage was right—when Konoha’s troops helped Takagi repel their attack, they didn’t pursue, likely because they were still busy elsewhere. But if Konoha ever went all-out, she knew they could never resist.

At that point, Water Country would become a Konoha vassal with no future.

Now, Kumogakure’s aid came with harsh terms, but at least there was room for negotiation—better to owe debts than lose the country outright.

After a long sigh, Mei finally nodded. “We agree to cooperate, but the details will need to be discussed further.”

Chapter 177: Lightning Country Has Hip-Hop

“Very well,” said the Fourth Raikage. “I’ll come to Kirigakure myself to discuss the details.”

“Thank you, Lord Raikage.” Mei breathed a sigh of relief.

“In resisting the villainous Seiryu, our interests align,” said the Raikage gravely. “We in the Land of Lightning don’t want that ambitious schemer’s war to engulf us.”

“I understand. The new Kirigakure will work with you to restore peace to the ninja world,” Mei replied before ending the call.

Kumogakure, Raikage’s Office.

After the call, A turned to his secretary, C. “Get things ready. I’ll go to Water Country myself.”

“Understood.” C nodded, then added, “But even if we help them, the benefits for us aren’t great—far less than what Konoha got.”

“I never thought there would be someone like Takagi, willing to sell out his village’s honor just to be Mizukage,” the Raikage fumed.

“Anyone like that in Kumogakure would never make elite jonin!” he grumbled.

“By the way, while I’m gone, keep an eye on Killer B. I don’t want to come back to a mountain of complaints!”

“I understand,” C replied with a pained expression. Only the Raikage himself could control B—the jinchuriki was more likely to be isolating the village than the other way around. If he wanted to cause trouble, the rest of Kumogakure could only watch.

“I’ll tell him not to wander off before I leave.” A sighed—he knew Killer B was a handful, but the negotiations with Mei were more important.

…

Soon, the Raikage arrived in the new Kirigakure, finalized a mutual aid treaty with Mei, and their alliance was announced to the world.

Konoha immediately issued a statement condemning Kumogakure for supporting renegades and interfering in domestic affairs, warning them to stay out.

The Fourth Raikage was furious.

Who was really interfering in whose affairs?

A war of words erupted between Konoha and Kumogakure.

But Seiryu wasn’t idle either. At the Uchiha Shrine, he met with Tobi.

“Lord Seiryu, as you instructed, these Zetsu have been practicing with the sheet music and lyrics you gave them,” Tobi said, waving his hand.

Five Zetsu emerged from the ground, transforming into black-skinned men with sunglasses, gold chains, oversized clothes, and sagging pants.

“They struck a hip-hop pose, and one began to rap:

Yo, listen up! Konoha’s Shadow is burning bright,

The Sharingan spins, Lightning Release cloaks the night,

Seiryu’s name—like fireworks in the fight,

Hand seals so fast, time can’t keep up with his might!”

Tobi started the music, and another Zetsu rapper joined in:

“Lightning explodes, Chidori flashes,

Uchiha’s soul, the Sharingan’s lashes!

The Hokage’s banner, carried with pride,

Seiryu’s name echoes far and wide!

Yo! With Lightning Release, I break the dawn,

My blade—my rhymes are strong!

The Sharingan spins, sees through every trick,

The Hokage’s name, burning on the battlefield, quick!

Seiryu shines, enemies all run,

Flames surround me, like a phoenix, I stun!

Thunder roars—my declaration,

Uchiha’s soul, forever the foundation!”

…

When the beat stopped, Seiryu clapped, a bit dumbfounded.

“How is it, Lord Seiryu? Are you satisfied with their progress?” Tobi asked.

Seiryu nodded. The Zetsu’s learning ability was frightening. Only a week ago, he’d tasked them with learning rap as part of his plan against Kumogakure—and with only a little guidance, they’d self-taught to this level.

“Very good.” Seiryu nodded. “You’ve all worked hard.”

“It’s our honor to serve Lord Seiryu!” the five Zetsu shouted in unison, saluting.

Tobi and the Zetsu looked satisfied.

At that moment, Black Zetsu emerged, puzzled. “Seiryu, is this really going to work against Kumogakure?”

“Of course,” Seiryu said. “I’ve studied Kumogakure—the village is united under the Raikage’s rule. Though they’ve never done anything good, there’s almost no internal dissent or rogue ninjas.”

“So,” Seiryu continued, “to interfere in the Land of Lightning, we need to create a rift from within.”

“But can this strange music really do that?” Black Zetsu asked. He’d been driven crazy by the Zetsu rapping nonstop.

“Don’t underestimate this,” Seiryu chuckled. “For a tightly unified place like Kumogakure, soft cultural invasion is even more effective—and music is key.”

“As for the genre—well, their Eight-Tails jinchuriki only likes this stuff. I have no choice.”

“All right, I’ll trust your judgment,” Black Zetsu nodded. Ever since Seiryu brought the Three-Tails and Six-Tails back to Konoha, Black Zetsu had seen him as the Moon’s Eye Plan’s best hope, and would support any decision.

“Get ready. I’ll take you all to the Land of Lightning soon,” Seiryu told the new rap recruits.

“Yes!” came the chorus.

…

Land of Lightning, Capital City.

“Did you hear? Some rich guy is hosting a music talent show here,” a local said.

“Yeah, looking for the best rapper in the country, and whoever wins gets to record an album.”

“Seriously? Rap gets you an album now?” another joined in.

“Who knows what rich folks are thinking? But the prize money’s huge.”

“How much?”

“Thirty million ryo for the champion! Plus royalties from the album.”

“Wow, makes me want to sign up.”

“You? You think you can rap?”

“Come on, how hard can it be?”

“True. Let’s sign up together?”

“Let’s go!”

Similar conversations filled the capital. The “Lightning Country Has Hip-Hop” contest became the hottest topic, sweeping the Land of Lightning.

Even Killer B in the Cloud Valley heard about it.

“Yo! This contest is made for me! Baka yarou, konoyarou!” B was ecstatic.

He left a note and snuck out to the capital.

…

The next day, auditions began in a huge warehouse. Seiryu’s shadow clone, disguised by Black Zetsu in a West Coast getup, looked at the crowd, stepping up to a contestant.

“Do you have freestyle?” Seiryu asked, lowering his sunglasses.

“Yes, yes…” the contestant said, and began to rap.

“YO! Born in Cloud, thirty-six, dreaming to be the rap king…”

After listening, Seiryu frowned and turned to a Zetsu disguised as a rapper. “Eminem, what do you think?”

“Not good,” the Zetsu said regretfully.

“Next.” Seiryu waved the contestant away and moved to the next. “You? Freestyle?”

He auditioned several people—their skills varied wildly, most just after the prize money.

In the end, only one Zetsu passed the audition.

After a while, Seiryu casually approached Killer B, who was waiting eagerly.

“Do you have freestyle?” Seiryu asked.

B grinned, flashed a hand sign, and began:

“Yo! Big B on the scene, Eight-Tails within!

Put on my shades, my rap always wins!

Lightning Blade splits the sky,

Enemies tremble, all run and hide!

My pen is my sword,

Rhymes speed ahead, the rhythm roars!

Cloud’s the trend, my rap’s the best!

Tailed beast chakra rocks the fest! Boom!

Idiot don’t even try!

My flow’s like a tailed beast bomb in the sky!

Rap world’s strongest, ninja world’s king!

Master B’s the one, let’s hear you sing!”

Excited, B even threw in some tongue rolls:

“Brrrrr~ Eight-Tails’ tentacles write my verse!

Yo~ my style’s just too diverse!

Idiots, fools, come take a test!

Can’t beat me? Just admit you’re second-best!

Eight-Tails’ power, rhymes explode!

Killer B’s rap, the crowd’s in code!”

Seiryu endured the awkwardness, then took off his sunglasses and made eye contact.

Tall and confident, B looked down at Seiryu’s disguised mentor persona.

After a moment, the Zetsu “Eminem” applauded. “I think he’s got it.”

“Really? But I think he’s lacking,” Seiryu replied.

“Your flow and rhyme are strong,” Seiryu said seriously to B. “But your lyrics aren’t real, you know what I’m sayin’, bro?”

“Oh?” B wasn’t convinced. “What’s a real lyric, then?”

“I’ve always thought rap, as a grassroots art, needs a breath of society. But all I hear from your lyrics is boasting,” Seiryu said.

“Eminem, drop a beat.” Seiryu gestured.

A tight rhythm started. Seiryu flashed a hip-hop sign and began:

“Yo, hear this beat like a heart breaking chains,

Skin’s just a palette, the world’s meant for change,

Some use labels as bullets, prejudice a rusty blade,

But the dignity in our blood, never can it fade.”

B’s expression turned serious, realizing his creative blockage. He followed Seiryu’s rhythm:

“Yo, open your eyes, see how wild the world’s become,

Some judge souls by color, weighing light and some,

Hate’s graffiti marks the corners of our town,

But our rhymes break prejudice, bring the prison down.”

After B finished, Seiryu applauded loudly! “Bro, you’re the most talented rapper I’ve ever seen. I want you in my crew!”