Kairen pondered in his heart. This should be Shion's mother—Miroku, the priestess of the Land of Demons, who carried a powerful sealing force capable of sealing monsters and spirits.
As the priestess of the Land of Demons, Miroku held a status similar to a daimyō. Why had she appeared here? Kairen continued to think.
...
Right after, he glanced around.
The daimyō of the Land of Fire sat in the main seat, wearing a tall hat and holding a small fan that covered half his face, smirking strangely, extremely feminine and affected.
On the left were three to five small wooden tables, each with kneeling people behind them, and in front of each table was a symbol representing a nation.
The Land of River, the Land of Bears, the Land of Snow…
About seven or eight small countries.
Kairen realized this was a small banquet— the daimyō of the Land of Fire hosting other minor nations.
At the banquet, Kairen also saw a little girl with slightly purplish hair, sitting beside the daimyō of the Land of Snow—she should be Kazahana Koyuki.
Also an adorable loli, cute enough to make one want to snuggle her in their arms.
Suddenly, Miroku's light-purple pupils shifted toward the wine cup beside her, and she immediately noticed a butterfly.
Kairen froze. As the priestess of the Land of Demons, Miroku possessed very mysterious powers—could it be she discovered him?
Miroku extended her hand, reaching it toward Kairen as if inviting him to fly onto her palm.
She radiated a gentle aura, like the mother of nature, making others unconsciously want to approach.
Kairen flapped his wings, flew onto Miroku's hand, and observed what she would do.
The nearby daimyōs were drinking and flattering the daimyō of the Land of Fire.
Meanwhile, Miroku focused on the butterfly in her palms, and gently spoke:
"Beautiful butterfly! I see your death. It seems a great battle will break out here."
Kairen froze. Shion possessed a prophetic ability, able to foresee others' deaths—this seemed to be a trait of priestesses.
Miroku saying he would die made Kairen curl his lips. If he didn't chop off his own head at least once a day, he felt uncomfortable; dying once was nothing.
He could even play around with dying!
"Miss Miroku, do you like my Land of Fire?!"
A fat man with huge ears appeared from the side.
Kairen turned his gaze. This man wore luxurious silk, but it couldn't conceal his enormous belly, and his eyes revealed unhidden greed toward Miroku.
Although Kairen was lustful, he treated kind women with admiration—an admiration that simply wanted them to make the first move—never as crude as this pig.
Miroku's expression was unreadable. She slightly bowed: "Young Master Tomita, the Land of Fire is beautiful. It is the richest country I have ever seen."
The Land of Fire was located in the center of the continent, evergreen year-round, with fertile soil—the richest nation in the ninja world.
Kairen thought again. The daimyō's eldest son was indeed called Young Master Tomita.
He looked at him—the ugly creature was actually the daimyō's son. Had what the daimyō once shot out been a scouting soldier?
Kairen looked up at the daimyō. Loose skin, feminine demeanor.
Beside him, the daimyō's wife was even more comically shaped; her luxurious silk robes could not contain her immense figure.
With a family like this, no wonder the princess of the Land of Fire was nothing to look at.
After all, the daimyō's wife appeared in the manga—she was the client who asked Naruto's new team to find her cat.
Her name was Shijimi—a fat lady whose own cat Tora couldn't stand her.
With such a wife, no wonder the family's genes were bad!
Looks like Kairen couldn't take the princess route after all.
Still, this visit had its benefits—he met the stunning priestess Miroku, and the adorable Kazahana Koyuki.
Tomita held a cup of wine, knelt down, and smiled at Miroku:
"Miss Miroku, my Land of Fire is the number-one country on the continent, and I will be its future daimyō."
"Miss Miroku, will you date me? If you become my wife, I will fully support the Land of Demons."
The two guards behind Miroku gripped their weapons tightly, wishing to cut him down but not daring to offend his status.
From the first moment he saw this priestess from the Land of Demons, Tomita's eyes never left her.
His several younger brothers were the same, all staring greedily at Miroku, wishing to possess this peerless beauty.
Miroku cupped the butterfly in her hand and said lukewarmly,
"I'm sorry, Young Master Tomita, but you are not the one I seek."
Kairen lightly flapped his wings. That's right!
Tomita's face chilled, but he drank a sip of wine, hiding the coldness on his face behind his sleeve.
He was the eldest son of the daimyō, equivalent to a crown prince. Setting his sights on a woman from a small nation should be considered their blessing.
Miroku's refusal embarrassed him. Laughter echoed around them, reaching Tomita's ears—he knew his brothers were mocking him.
Tomita set down his cup and put on a diligent smile again: "Miss Miroku, although your Land of Demons is neutral, it is small and sparsely populated. A single disaster could destroy it."
"Form an alliance with our Land of Fire, and your country will fare better."
Though Tomita smiled, his words carried clear threats, especially stressing the phrase "man-made disaster."
Filthy guy… Kairen cursed inwardly. Unable to win her over, so he used power to pressure her—truly a feudal lord to the core.
Miroku fell silent. She understood the threat in Tomita's tone.
She originally didn't want to attend this meeting of small countries, but her nation suffered severe drought, and the treasury had been emptied for disaster relief. She needed the Land of Fire's support.
"Priestess-sama…"
Miroku's two guards couldn't contain their anger—they did not want their lord to suffer such humiliation.
Miroku looked at the butterfly in her hand. She wished she could become like him—no troubles, freely fluttering among the flowers.
As she zoned out, she suddenly saw the butterfly in her palm flap its wings at her.
Miroku froze. This butterfly?!
"Water Release: Hidden Mist Technique!"
Thick mist suddenly filled the area. The crowd was confused but did not overthink it. The protective ninjas around them became vigilant.
With speed, they instantly appeared beside their respective daimyōs.
A large blade swung toward Miroku, about to kill the stunning woman.
A butterfly flew upward—its wings blocked the blade. The blade carried immense force and instantly cut off the butterfly's wings.
"Ding!"
"Matsudaira dealt 200 damage to you!"
Jōnin Matsudaira severed one of Kairen's arms. Kairen restored himself and regenerated the arm.
"Ninja Art: Monster Strength!"
Kairen unleashed a monster-strength punch toward Matsudaira. Matsudaira raised his blade and blocked the punch.
But then his eyes widened, sensing an irresistible force.
"What tremendous strength!!"
"Hah!"
Kairen shouted, smashing Matsudaira's blade and forcing him back over ten steps.
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