Ajisai watched Ryota squat obediently in the corner, his hands clutching his head. He looked exactly like a groundhog that had encountered danger but had nowhere to run, making for a thoroughly ridiculous sight.
"Don't be so nervous. You probably aren't the Daimyo yet, right? Hmm... I'm not too sure. If it comes down to it, you can be the Daimyo too."
Ajisai drew a short blade from her sleeve. The dagger-like weapon was covered in pitch-black markings. Needless to say, Ajisai had definitely tampered with this blade as well, though what sort of enchantment it carried was unknown.
She slowly approached Ryota, the dagger constantly spinning through her fingers. It was a weapon that could take Ryota's life at any moment, yet from his perspective, Ajisai wielded it with remarkable elegance.
"I told you, I'm only the Daimyo's descendant. If you need anything, go find my old man. That old bastard is..."
Ryota could not figure out Ajisai's angle. When it came to choosing between his own life and the life of his cheap old man, he made his decision quickly.
Ajisai actually laughed when she saw Ryota spill everything about his father, including how many concubines he had and where he had been recently.
"I really don't understand why ninja villages are ruled by trash like you. Hmm, what did Master say before?... Right, right. Celestial Dragons. I don't really understand it, but I suppose that was referring to people like you."
Time was limited, and Ajisai did not intend to waste too much of it here. If the guards discovered her under these circumstances, the Daimyo would surely investigate the matter thoroughly once the Pain incident was over.
"Madam, you're right, you're right about everything! We really are undeserving of our positions..."
Though Ryota was young, his