When Hitomi began to chase and slash the thugs in the venue, a Shinobi's expression changed, and he was about to stop her, but he couldn't move.
His skin and clothes were cut open, and blood seeped out. Invisible steel wires had bound his movements, and if he made any sudden moves, his head would be separated from his body.
On the rooftop, the green-haired Shinobi tried to negotiate.
"Fūma Clan, Shin'en, who are you?"
Naori did not answer him.
"Do you know what you are doing?"
"No matter which country's Shinobi you are, are you really planning to be enemies with River Country?"
"Tokiwa is an important asset of River Country, not a place where you Shinobi can run wild!"
"Say one more word, and you die." A indifferent female voice sounded in his ear, and a chilling killing intent enveloped his entire body.
Shin'en dared not say more.
Because he didn't dare to gamble with his life.
He watched helplessly as his subordinates were cleanly slaughtered by another Shinobi as if they were cutting melons and vegetables.
Shin'en felt a chill.
It wasn't about cruelty; he had seen far more cruel things.
The chill was solely from that Shinobi's swordsmanship.
The Fūma Clan had a deep study of Chakra.
And this kind of precise Chakra manipulation, no one in their entire clan could achieve it.
Even shaping Chakra into a simple line was a B-rank difficulty, not something everyone could easily do.
That is to say, every slash from the Shinobi below was at least a B-rank Ninjutsu in difficulty.
Because Chakra threads were the ultimate secret among the Fūma Clan's ultimate secrets.
It was not something simple.
Where did this monster come from? Not to mention the Shinobi who was holding him hostage, who he didn't even know if she was nearby.
Cold sweat unconsciously streamed down his face.
At this moment, the lines on his body tightened, and he heard the other party say, "Come over, don't do anything unnecessary."
Shin'en nodded.
On the long street, Miki picked up a gun from the ground and examined it in her hand.
Then she fired a shot at herself.
The bullet shot out, hit her palm, and ricocheted away. The layer of Chakra covering her hand remained unchanged.
What's this? It's not even as effective as a primitive Kunai.
In her hands, a Kunai could pierce through this layer of Chakra armor.
Although the Kunai would break.
Miki threw away the pistol.
She looked at the living person Naori had brought and dropped in front of her.
The man's face was filled with fear and unease.
Without saying anything more, Miki lifted her foot and walked, proceeding along the silent long street.
After passing through an alley, they arrived at another street.
This side was still bustling; the previous commotion had not disturbed this prosperity.
Before long, she entered an izakaya with the captive.
She went straight to a table and sat down.
White Fang was drinking alone. After glancing at Miki and the two others, his gaze fixed on the green-haired man.
"Who is he?" White Fang asked.
Miki looked at Naori.
"Fūma Clan," Naori said.
"Fūma Clan?" Miki said, "Isn't it a clan?"
"The Fūma are a large Shinobi group," White Fang said. "They are not all blood relatives; anyone can call themselves Fūma after joining."
"I see," Miki said. "Is it large in scale?"
"Around a thousand people, I guess," White Fang said, somewhat uncertain.
"Quite impressive," Miki said.
"What did you do?" White Fang asked.
"I'd like to ask you, Captain," Miki said. "Are you done with your business? That fast?"
"What do you think I was going to do?" White Fang said. "And what are you doing?"
"Killed some people, is there a problem?" Miki replied indifferently.
At this moment, Naori poured three cups of tea, pushing one in front of Miki.
She poured the tea because she had caused trouble without permission.
"A little, but not a big problem," White Fang said. "You didn't expose who we are, did you?"
"Of course, we are Anbu," Miki did not touch the tea.
Seeing this, Naori took out a handful of candies and placed them in front of Miki, looking at her.
Hitomi shrank her neck and remained silent.
"Then there's no problem," White Fang said.
"Any suggestions, Captain?" Miki asked.
"Yes, we run… right?" White Fang suggested, watching the interaction between the three.
"Why run?" Miki asked. "Will the Village have trouble?"
"The Daimyo," White Fang said.
"Indeed," Miki said, looking at the captive they had brought.
"I don't know anything, don't kill me," Shin'en immediately said.
"In other words…" Miki sneered, "we are the umbrella for this area, aren't we?"
White Fang hesitated, then nodded, saying, "You could say that. We'd best not interfere with matters here."
"Oh~" Miki said, "The Sandaime truly accepts all comers, daring to use any money."
"So, what should I do when I return to the Village? Punish me?"
"Don't mess around!" White Fang said. "The Sandaime doesn't know the situation here, and at this critical juncture, if we fall out with the Daimyo, what about the war, what about food, what about equipment?"
"Are you sure he really doesn't know?" Miki chuckled. "What are the Anbu for?"
White Fang remained silent.
"I say, what if we kill the Daimyo and the Shinobi rule the Land of Fire themselves?"
White Fang's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his voice, "Please! Don't come up with such strange ideas. We are Shinobi? Govern a country? Are you crazy?"
Land of Fire?
Catching the key information, Shin'en's eyelids twitched.
It's over!
I'm dead!!!
"I'm not crazy," Miki said. "That position, even a dog could do it. As long as there are people below to do the work, the dog just needs not to cause trouble."
Are you hinting at me?
White Fang scratched his head, feeling a burst of frustration.
At this moment, Miki looked at Hitomi and said, "Even if you smash this place to smithereens, it's useless, Hitomi."
"If it's broken, it can be rebuilt; it's not a big deal."
"As long as these women are still in this country, they cannot escape this fate."
"And without these women, aren't there many other women?"
"If we bring these women back to the Land of Fire."
"Not to mention how to arrange their lives."
"Guess if someone will drive these women out of the Land of Fire."
"Guess who that person will be."
"And guess if we will receive a mission called 'escort,' but which is actually 'transport.'"
"The most fundamental cause cannot be resolved," Miki said. "Even if this rotten flesh is cut off, the new flesh that grows will still rot."
"That's why I said it's a waste of effort."
"And you think, how many places like this are there in this country?"
"Should we smash them all to smithereens?"
"Or…?" Hitomi whispered, "Not smash them anymore?"
"Why not smash them?" Miki picked up a candy and crunched it in her mouth.
Crunch!
Then she said fiercely, "Though it's useless, it feels good."
"Smash them all to smithereens!"
Beneath her mask, Hitomi beamed, then followed with a fierce whisper, "Smash them all!"
Naori picked up a candy and put it in her mouth.
As they spoke, some of the diners in the izakaya quietly left. Before long, apart from Miki's table, there was no one else.
Clearly, they had arrived.
White Fang, with a headache, picked up a cup of sake, downed it in one gulp, and said, "The Fūma Clan is not simple."
Miki looked at the captive and said, "Do you have anything to say?"
Shin'en's pupils trembled, and he finally decided to say defiantly, "You four alone have no chance of winning."
"How tough," Miki said, reaching out, and black Insects crawled out.
Shin'en looked at these insects, his scalp tingling.
Aburame Clan!!!
Me!!!
Isn't this completely exposed!
Shin'en looked at Miki's mask in despair.
Whether he spoke or not, he would be silenced.
Shin'en decided to…
Speak!
"Give me a quick end!!!"
"What do you want to know!!!"
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