104. I Only Wish to Be a Model Prisoner

Fire Release: Great Fire Prison.

This is a super-enhanced version of the Fire Release prison technique.

Boom!

A pillar of red light shot forth from Wuwei’s palm, piercing into Kisame’s body, instantly enveloping the massive figure in a radiant crimson glow.

Under this strike,

Kisame staggered backward, his body surface ignited by thick chains of blazing fire, designed to completely seal every ounce of his strength.

Was it successful?

Wuwei’s expression brightened with hope. But the next words from Kisame chilled him to the bone.

“Forget it, no need to pretend anymore.”

Kisame muttered hoarsely, enduring the searing flames of the Great Fire Prison as he formed his hand seals.

In the next moment,

Whoosh.

A gigantic column of water surged up from beneath Kisame’s feet, engulfing him entirely.

Sizzle, sizzle.

Wuwei’s face turned pale with shock as he watched the flaming chains on Kisame’s body gradually extinguish, dimming under the relentless wash of water.

Eventually, they vanished without a trace.

It turned out that the Fire Release prison seal had never been effective against him.

Looking down at Wuwei, Kisame slowly opened his mouth, a sphere of blue chakra forming within, radiating an overwhelmingly terrifying energy.

“Flatfish Liberation.”

This ability complemented his “Flatfish Impact,” allowing him to discharge all accumulated energy in one massive burst.

The orb, condensed from the energy amassed after defeating a thousand opponents, wielded power comparable to a true Tailed Beast Bomb.

Whoosh!

He opened his mouth and unleashed the sphere, but it didn’t target Wuwei. Instead, it skimmed past him, soaring over the prison’s walls, and finally—

Plunged into the sea beneath the cliff.

Wuwei stiffly turned his gaze.

In the ocean, the explosion of the sphere shattered the towering jagged rocks piercing the sea’s surface into dust. Tens of thousands of tons of seawater were hurled into the air before crashing back down, forming towering waves.

The furious surge battered the cliffs outside the Prison City, threatening to topple the entire facility.

Such... colossal power.

Wuwei stared dumbfounded, collapsing to his knees, his face ashen.

In the women’s prison ward, Yecang also witnessed this breathtaking scene, remaining silent for a long while.

She couldn’t help but recall the first time she met Kisame—then weak and small, forced to leap off a cliff to escape her.

Yet in less than a year, he had grown to such a terrifying extent. That ninjutsu’s destructive force was nearly on par with the Tailed Beast Bomb of the Sand Village’s Third Kazekage.

What exactly was Kisame Hoshigaki’s purpose in coming to this prison? Was it simply to kill?

Yecang furrowed her brows deeply, lost in thought.

On the plaza,

The golden hues of the setting sun fell upon Kisame’s figure, mingling with the blood on his body to create an eerie, almost otherworldly glow.

He looked like a demonic god emerging straight from hell.

After releasing the energy stored in “Flatfish Impact,” Kisame’s massive frame gradually shrank, returning to his original size.

Step by step, he advanced toward Wuwei.

Wuwei closed his eyes slowly, bracing for the arrival of death.

Yet, after a long while, nothing happened.

Kisame simply strode past Wuwei, walking some distance before stooping down to pick something up from the ground.

It was a blood-stained snowflake-shaped protective charm.

“Finally got it back.”

Holding the charm in his hand, Kisame smiled. At that moment, in his mind’s eye, he saw a white-haired woman with sky-blue eyes—the Snow Woman—smiling at him.

To think... it was all for this item?!

Wuwei was dumbfounded.

Had he known, he never would have taken Kisame’s protective charm and carelessly discarded it. Who could have imagined it would lead to this?

Regret churned in Wuwei’s gut like bitter bile.

After retrieving the charm, Kisame turned and approached Wuwei.

“What do you want to do? Cough, cough...” Wuwei looked up at Kisame, but before finishing his words, a fit of severe coughing overtook him.

Kisame narrowed his eyes, his thoughts unreadable.

After a brief silence,

“Sigh.”

He suddenly sighed and spoke earnestly to the prison warden of Prison City, “Lord Wuwei, I, Kisame Hoshigaki, only wish to be a model prisoner, to repent sincerely for my sins here. Why must you force me so?”

Wuwei: “...”

With a stunned look, he watched as Kisame turned away, stepping over the sprawled bodies of prisoners, swaggering back to his cell.

This was Kisame’s plan.

Today’s fight was to establish supreme authority, to become the apex predator in this prison’s food chain.

From now on, whether prisoner, guard, or even the upper echelons of the Hidden Grass Village like Wuwei, no one would dare trouble him again.

Yet at the same time, he concealed his true purpose—to obtain the Elysium Box.

Thus, Kisame could live and train peacefully within the prison as a mere inmate until he became a Tailed Beast and was ready to devour the Elysium Box.

Until then, no matter what Wuwei, the warden, thought or did, Kisame Hoshigaki was determined to remain a prisoner, refusing to leave.

Three days later.

The medical ward in Prison City was overcrowded, with over half the wounded being guards.

All had been sent in by Kisame.

Meanwhile, the prison housing the inmates echoed with agonized cries. In the brawl three days prior, almost no prisoner had escaped Kisame’s iron fists—they had all been beaten.

Yet the instigator, Kisame Hoshigaki, acted as if nothing had happened, as though none of it concerned him.

He arrived at the deserted prison plaza, dripping with sweat as he began rigorous training.

In the warden’s office,

Wuwei stared gloomily through the window at Kisame in the plaza. After a long moment, he withdrew his gaze and turned to face the gathered Hidden Grass Village leadership.

All of these people had felt Kisame’s iron fists; each bore wounds, looking disheveled and battered.

But the worst off was Wuwei himself—half his face was still swollen from Kisame’s blows, several teeth were missing, and he wheezed whenever he spoke.

“What now, Wuwei?” one growled through gritted teeth.

They all longed to avenge themselves against Kisame, but after witnessing his despair-inducing power, their fury and hatred had transformed into helplessness.

“Seal off all information! This must not be leaked. Otherwise, Prison City, even the entire Hidden Grass Village, will be disgraced throughout the ninja world,” Wuwei said after a moment of silence.

For decades, Prison City had been a shining emblem of the Hidden Grass Village. No matter what kind of criminal, upon arrival, they would behave and reform.

If this incident became public, and the major nations learned that a single prisoner had thrown Prison City into chaos, they would immediately lose trust in the Hidden Grass Village and never send prisoners here again.

Without that trust, how could Wuwei and the others utilize the prisoners’ chakra to unlock the Elysium Box?

Everyone nodded in agreement without objection at Wuwei’s decision.

“What about Kisame Hoshigaki? How do you plan to handle him?” another high-ranking Hidden Grass official asked.

“First, keep him stable—under no circumstances must he learn about the Elysium Box. Then find a way to get him out of this prison, as far away from Prison City as possible,” Wuwei said grimly, crossing Kisame’s name off the list of sacrificial offerings on his desk.

This troublesome star, he no longer wished to provoke. He just wanted to send him away as soon as possible.