"Well… no, not exactly but its always better to leave no witness isn't that right?" Kazuo asked casually as he walked towards his clone that quickly dissolved into paper sheets that flew towards his own body and seemed to meld with his clothes before vanishing completely as they changed colour.
Turning around to face Yahiko, Kazuo was about to speak when he suddenly sensed dozens of chakra signatures rushing towards them.
"Enemies, around fifty. Seems like we've been noticed or maybe they knew that we would be hunting Juzo? Either way it doesn't matter much. We have to leave." Kazuo spoke quickly to Yahiko as he turned to gaze outside the smithy where he could already see dozens of figures rushing towards them.
'Samurai… are these jokes actually for real?' Kazuo thought to himself as he released a sigh and and started walking towards the door calmly.
"Meet up either at Sanshei Village or at the base?" Yahiko asked as his expression grew similarly serious.
"Rain Base. No need for us to meet up on the way. And I have a few matters to attend to here in iron village. Head on without me. Ill stall them for a while and then head off aswell." Kazuo replied as he raised his hand and yawned whilst looking at the incoming samurai.
Yahiko's eye twitched slightly at the sight before he released a sigh, gave a nod and proceeded to use the body flicket jutsu to vanish away from his spot, heading out of the village already.
"Stop right there! You are being arrested under the law of the land of Iron." The Samurai screamed as they pointed their katana at him, more precisely the one who had shouted was standing at the front, clearly the leader of the others as he had a small insignia etched into the right pauldron of his armor.
'Hum? Who's this nobody?' Kazuo thought curiously as he took a step and circulated his chakra, instantly launching the body flicker jutsu and appearing next to the man in what felt like an instant.
Leaning down, he inspected the insignia curiously, his hands still at his sides, not even reaching for a weapon or anything, the picture resembled the scenery of an old man gazing at something common, like a flower or some shiny rock.
For a moment, the Samurai Captain didn't react, it wasnt that he wouldn't have reacted, he simply hadnt even seen Kazuo move, let alone noticed that he was already right at his side.
The moment he did, the man practically shivered as he reacted, his hand instantly gripping his katana tighter as he prepared to launch a quick slash towards Kazuo however he found out he couldnt.
Kazuos hand was already on his wrist, making sure the man couldn't move his arm even slightly. It was as if the man was trying to move an impossible force.
It was at that moment that the rest of the samurai reacted as they all started to rush towards Kazuo, Katans raised high, ready to slice down and cut him apart.
"Does this insignia represent your rank or affiliation? Rank right? Does the land of iron have different divisions or is it just all under one ranking order?" Kazuo asked curiously as he lifted his hand and instantly his hand transformed into hundreds of paper sheets that launched themselves at each samurai and wrapped around their arms and torso, disabling all their movements.
In less than three seconds, Kazuo had managed to subdue over fifty samurai without lifting a finger to actually fight them, it was as easy as swatting away a fly that had gotten close to his face.
"You scoundrel, I have no need to respond to the questions of someone as dishonorable as you." The man said, his voice shaking and clearly rageful, spit flying out and a drop landing on Kazuo's cheek.
'Ah… this piece of shit.' Kazuo thought as he swiped it away with his thumb, his expression changing from curiosity to a scowl of annoyance as he lifted his hand and brought his palm over the mans head.
'Explosion Release: Localised Explosion: Palm.' Kazuo thought an in an instant an explosion erupted from the palm of his hand, directly onto the man's face, blowing it apart to bits and chunks of flesh, blood and brain matter.
Turning his head to the side where the rest of the samurai were, he pointed to one randomly, they all had masks on their heads, hiding their appearance so it didn't really matter which one he chose.
"You, over there." Kazuo said as he kept pointing at the samurai he had selected.
The one he was pointing at shivered, his armor rattling slightly however no further movement was allowed from the paper sheets tangling his arms and legs.
Walking towards the man, Kazuo dragged the decapitated body with him and then as he stood before the samurai, he leanded closer and whilst pointing to the insignia with his finger.
"Answer my question." Kazuo said, his voice once more regaining its bored almost lazy tone.
"I… ah." The samurai was clearly young based on his voice, however he couldnt even speak further as in the next second his head was blown off similarly to his higher up.
Kazuo simply turned to the next in line and walked, still dragging the dead body of the captain.
"Explain it." Kazuo said as he pointed at the insignia once more.
"There are no divisions in the samurai ranks. Theres only one leader at the top, Lord Mifune, under him are the four generals of Iron, they lead eight armies, two each. Each of the people leading an army are called the Iron Commanders, and under those are the Iron Captains, the same rank as the one your holding sir." The third Samurai responded clearly and quickly, his voice shaking as he tried to push out as much information as his brain could provide at a moments notice.
"Nice. Thanks." Kazuo said with a smile before lifting his palm and blowing up another head.
*Bang*
'Sounds like a watermelon honestly.' Kazuo thought.
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