The reason why Momochi Zabuza always covers his face is deeply tied to his past with Wayne.
Back during the Kirigakure Academy graduation exam—the infamous Blood Mist test where students were forced to kill each other to graduate—Zabuza challenged Wayne, believing brute strength would guarantee victory. But what followed was a brutal, humiliating defeat.
Wayne had beaten him so thoroughly, it left permanent scars across Zabuza's jaw and mouth.
"Here for another lesson?"
Wayne spoke around a senbon he was casually chewing, his tone light. "Word is, you're part of Anbu now."
Anbu, currently under Yagura's direct command.
Wayne's eyes narrowed. Could it be that the Fourth Mizukage sent this guy?
"Wayne, I'm not that kid from years ago. I've grown stronger."
"Then stop talking like some rookie genin who just learned substitution."
Old wounds reopened as Zabuza clenched his fists. That same pressure from years ago weighed on him—it would be humiliating if he didn't try to reclaim some face.
"Alright then, Demon of the Mist," Wayne smirked. "Tell me why you're here."
"Hmph!"
Zabuza's tone grew cold and mechanical. "Our war against Konoha's forces has drained the village. Lord Mizukage has ordered a draft. You're on the list. In five days, you're going to the front lines."
"You want me to fight for Kirigakure?"
Wayne frowned. Honestly, war didn't sit well with him. His instincts leaned toward survival, not blind loyalty.
"Every shinobi must serve the village," Zabuza snapped. "You're not trying to dodge it, are you?"
"Last guy who tried that got arrested."
"But what if I'm sick? Injured?" Wayne gave a dramatic shrug. "Weak and feeble—look at me. Ugh—shuh!"
Zabuza didn't wait. In a blur, he closed the distance and drove his kunai straight into Wayne's throat.
"If you resist, I'll drag you back myself!"
Wayne's eyes lit up with cold light. That wasn't an arrest move—it was an assassination attempt.
Puff!!
The blade connected—but instead of blood, a pressurized jet of freezing water erupted from the wound, splashing Zabuza in the face.
With a soft "bang," Wayne's "corpse" turned into a puddle of water.
"Water Clone?!"
Zabuza's pupils dilated. Since when?
Wayne's voice echoed from behind.
"Now it's my turn."
Zabuza spun—too slow.
Puff!!
A kunai slashed his neck cleanly, beheading him on the spot.
Another "bang."
Another clone.
"Tch. Water Clone again?"
Wayne clicked his tongue. "Still using old tricks, huh?"
"During our academy exam, you used this exact tactic," Wayne taunted. "Think I'd fall for it twice?"
"Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!!"
Zabuza's voice boomed from a distance. "This time, you're finished, Wayne!"
Boom!!
The soil beneath Wayne ruptured. A water dragon burst from underground, flinging him into the sky.
Its jaws opened mid-air—ready to fire a pressurized water shot.
"This weak thing? You call this a Water Dragon?"
Wayne scoffed, weaving hand seals faster than the eye could follow.
"Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!!"
Rrrrrmmm~~!!
The ground across a hundred-meter radius rumbled violently. Fissures opened. The air turned damp and heavy.
ROOOOOOARRR!!
A true leviathan of water erupted skyward—a water dragon several stories tall, snarling like a beast awakened.
Puff!!
Wayne's dragon clawed straight through Zabuza's attack, shattering it effortlessly.
Zabuza stared, stunned. "That… that's the same jutsu?!"
He rubbed his eyes. Was that a ninjutsu technique—or a real summoned dragon?
Wayne now stood atop the water dragon's head like a god. He snapped his fingers.
A massive orb of pressurized water began forming in the dragon's mouth.
"Seriously… what is that technique?"
Zabuza had no choice. He bolted.
Fwoooosh!!
The water orb launched like a Tailed Beast Bomb, exploding into the battlefield below.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
The ground was vaporized. A crater over 20 meters wide spread out from the impact.
Zabuza was caught by the blast's edge—his body hurled like a rag doll into the dirt.
"To be honest, this is overkill for someone like you."
Wayne's grin widened. He could afford to be wasteful—his body held the Pacific Ocean within. He could flood the whole damn country if he wanted to. His Water Dragon Bullet had long since surpassed A-rank.
"Don't forget who sent me!" Zabuza growled, coughing blood.
Only one card left—the Fourth Mizukage's authority.
But Wayne's smile vanished.
"You're mistaken."
He looked down on Zabuza with cold disdain.
"I don't owe this village anything. If I've had enough, I'll walk. Kirigakure means nothing to me."
"You want to be a missing-nin?"
Zabuza's voice darkened with contempt. "Coward."
Wayne laughed bitterly.
"You of all people calling me a traitor? What a joke."
"The gap between us is clear. You can't touch me."
"You're using Water Style," Wayne said, raising one hand, "but what I use…"
"…is Seadun."