Setting: Zabuza Momochi stands in a dense mist, gripping his massive blade, Kubikiribōchō. His piercing gaze is fixed on an opponent, the atmosphere tense with the weight of battle.

In a low, threatening voice.

You think you can stand against me? In this mist, you're already dead. I am Zabuza Momochi, the Demon of the Hidden Mist, and I do not show mercy.

Taking a step forward, his voice colder.

I’ve been trained to kill without hesitation, without a second thought. In this world, the weak are nothing but prey. That’s all you are to me—just another stepping stone on my path to power.

His grip tightens on his sword, the mist swirling around him.

But don’t misunderstand me… I’m not doing this for any grand cause. I don’t care about honor or glory. For me, it’s all about survival. The strong survive, and the weak perish.

With a grim smile, his eyes narrowing.

So, tell me… are you ready to die? Because in the end, all that matters is who’s left standing.

Zabuza’s words cut as sharply as his blade, his voice filled with menace as he prepares to strike.