"Hitomi, go rescue those girls," Miki said softly to Hitomi.
Hitomi nodded, then turned and quickly left.
Miki remained in place, and a moment later, a Shinobi as small as a dwarf slowly emerged.
"Who exactly are you people, and why are you opposing our Fūma Clan!?"
A strange, high-pitched voice, like a child's, rang out.
"Twelve Fūma?" Miki asked.
"I am Feilian!" The small Shinobi, dressed in traditional Shinobi attire, with a black cloth covering his face and holding two Shinobi sickles, stared gravely at Miki.
"Your Excellency!" Just as the Shinobi was about to say something...
Miki clasped her hands together.
Green beetles surged out from her body.
Feilian's pupils contracted, and his figure instantly vanished.
It wasn't invisibility; it was extreme speed, leaving trails of afterimages as he ran rapidly across the ground.
"You're very powerful! But this Ninjutsu can't catch me!" the dwarven Shinobi shouted, his voice distorted by the wind.
Miki watched the dwarven Shinobi rapidly circling her.
Among the insects in her hand, the Summer Red Soldier had the highest sustained speed.
But the Winter Storm Chariot had the highest instantaneous burst speed.
One problem was that, under high-speed inertia, the Winter Storm Chariot was not as agile as the Summer Red Soldier, making it difficult to control flexibly during a burst of speed.
This was due to differences in wing structure.
But against fast and agile enemies, competing on speed was undoubtedly a foolish endeavor.
"Is that all you've got?" Miki said, as the Winter Storm Chariot flew around her like starlight, then slowly spread out.
They hovered in the air, flapping their wings.
The dwarven Shinobi cautiously circled rapidly, observing from the outer perimeter of the swarm.
These insects couldn't match his speed.
Confirming this made him feel relieved.
As long as he didn't touch these insects...
He wouldn't die from that terrifying technique!
Thinking this, the dwarven Shinobi couldn't help but lick his lips, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
A technique that can't hit is useless, no matter how terrifying!
And...
The dwarven Shinobi observed the large gaps left by the insect swarm in the air.
With his small stature, he could move through these safe gaps.
Or rather, these gaps were large enough for a normal person to pass through!
But, this was a trap!
He was sure that once he rushed in, the insect swarm would quickly charge towards him!
And burrow into his body!
Therefore, victory depended on speed!
Should he sever the opponent's head before these small insects could touch him?
Moreover, these insects would never get on him.
My secret technique isn't just about speed!
"Your head! I'll take it!"
With that, a series of strange cries followed as the dwarven Shinobi charged straight into the insect swarm!
This was absolute confidence in his own skill!
He actually came in.
Doesn't he have any long-range Ninjutsu?
Although Miki was a little surprised, her movements didn't stop. She clapped her hands together forcefully.
Instantly, a curtain of Chakra light connected, and a Barrier formed.
The rapidly charging dwarven Shinobi crashed into the Barrier, then rebounded and fell to the ground.
He looked up, terrified, at the Chakra Barrier and Miki's figure before him.
"Sayonara."
With that, the valves of the Winter Storm Chariot, which formed the Barrier, opened, and then began to rapidly draw air from inside the Barrier.
"Wait!" the dwarven Shinobi cried out in extreme terror.
But the instantaneous removal of air made it impossible to speak.
As is well known, even Shinobi need oxygen.
Unless, they weren't Shinobi.
But this technique was not about creating an anoxic zone, leading to death by suffocation.
It was a vacuum.
Pain filled his entire body, and his bodily fluids began to boil under the low pressure.
Bubbles appeared in his blood, and his entire body began to swell, making him visibly fatter.
Then, oxygen rapidly escaped from his body.
It would be depleted within fifteen seconds, and the countdown to death began.
The dwarven Shinobi painfully knelt, reaching out his hand in supplication towards Miki, his mouth opening and closing weakly, his entire skin crimson, his terrifying swelling pushing open his clothes, veins and blood vessels bulging, his expression incomparably ferocious.
Immediately following, blood began to seep from his mouth, eyes, ears, and nose, the oozing blood full of boiling bubbles.
He wouldn't die of suffocation.
Before that, his internal organs would rupture.
His heart, liver, lungs, intestines, stomach, and even his brain would all rot away.
His brain trembled.
His entire brain was already a puddle of mush.
In less than fifteen seconds, he was already dead, collapsing to his knees, motionless.
The Barrier opened, and the Winter Storm Chariot flew back under Miki's clothing.
Miki glanced at the puddle of a corpse on the ground.
She clapped her hands, and a large swarm of Summer Red Soldier was summoned, then flapped their wings and took flight.
Centered around Miki, they scattered and flew at high speed.
Miki closed her eyes.
If it were indiscriminate bombing, she could just let the Summer Red Soldier act freely.
But for precise strikes, it required a bit of thought.
Meaning, focusing her attention.
Miki's perspective shifted to the insect swarm.
Large groups of Summer Red Soldier flew at high speed through the streets.
A dark mass quickly flew over the heads of the crowd.
People looked up at the dragonflies above them, a wave of surprise washing over them.
What's happening?
Men and women were filled with confusion.
But the next moment, panic and screams spread like a plague through the streets.
A single Summer Red Soldier broke away from the swarm and plunged at high speed towards the crowd.
Just a normal person, a bald man in splendid clothes, embracing a Flower Girl, stared blankly as the Summer Red Soldier accurately struck him in the face.
Then...
An explosion!
A ball of fire erupted from his head.
The man, his face a bloody mess, fell down burning, and the Flower Girl next to him, affected by the blast, shrieked and collapsed to the ground.
From this point on, as if a signal, a series of explosions began.
One man after another was blown away and fell to the ground.
After the initial panic, the crowd went wild, screaming and wailing as they fled for their lives.
The Flower Prostitutes in the cages by the street trembled as they watched the scene unfold.
She had nowhere to escape; the entrance and exit doors behind her were usually locked.
At that moment, several dragonflies landed on the iron bars, and to the Flower Girl's terrified gaze, they exploded.
After the fire and smoke dissipated, the iron bars had been blown apart.
The Flower Girl, hiding in the corner, looked at the scene with hesitation.
A moment later, she gritted her teeth and crawled out of the shattered iron bars.
What was happening, she didn't know.
But in the midst of this chaos, it seemed she could escape.
Although her heart was bewildered, she instinctively started running down the street.
Kicking off her cumbersome wooden clogs, she ran barefoot on the hard road, tearing off and discarding her heavy hair ornaments, ripping open her obstructive kimono, her running pace quickening.
At this moment, she saw...
Some dragonflies rushed into those terrifying shops, and with the sound of explosions, large fires spread.
Some men were organizing to put out the fires.
But as the dragonflies flew down, the fire-fighting men screamed and fell in the explosions.
The firelight reflected in her eyes, and her vacant eyes gradually brightened.
As if a flame was burning.
What kind of flame was this?
At that moment, she saw several men shouting and yelling, blocking the fleeing Flower Prostitutes.
These men were the security group of Flower Street, arrogant and overbearing Samurai.
Normally, Flower Prostitutes like her could only bow their heads and force a smile when they met them, but if anything went slightly wrong, they would be arbitrarily beaten and scolded.
At best, a few slaps; at worst, an unfortunate death.
Suddenly, several dragonflies rapidly swooped down. The once imposing Samurai were terrified, turned and ran, but one after another, they met their demise and fell in the firelight of the explosions.
Watching the flames spread across the entire street, and the continuous explosions, reflected in the flames in her eyes.
The Flower Girl knew the name of these flames.
Hope.
Had God come to save them?
Crying silently, the Flower Girl ran with all her might.
Even though her soles were crimson, stained with blood from being cut by stones.
But she would never stop!
She wanted to leave this hell!
Even if she didn't know what the future held!
She'll probably leave her job around the twelfth.
Around that time.
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