"Yes, I know. You were the one who rescued Shinri Masato back then, weren't you, God of Ninjas?"
"Of course, I am the God of Ninjas."
After giving a cold reply, Imamura stood there without saying another word.
Realizing the atmosphere was getting a bit tense, Dichai seemed to want to smooth things over.
After laughing, he pointed to the door not far away.
"Since Imamura isn't very familiar with you, then forget it."
"However, you must be very familiar with this fellow, sir."
"Back in the day, he even did business with you."
"Clap your hands, "Dichai said.
"Come out, don't keep the gentleman waiting too long."
As the door opened, a somewhat thin figure stepped out of the room.
Upon seeing the other person's face clearly, Scribe couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
As Dichai said, she did know the man in front of her and had done business with him before.
It could even be said that without that business deal, there would be no Gyutaro and Koume today.
"It's you! What are you doing here?"
"I never expected that I would see you again after so long."
He opened the fan in his hand, gently fanned himself a few times, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his face.
"If you calculate the time, it must have been several hundred years."
"It seems you've fallen from grace."
His expression gradually returned to calm, and the Scribe wrote the other person's name on the paper.
"Back then, you even asked me whether it was yes or no."
"Unexpectedly, you were the one who couldn't hold on any longer."
The man shook his head, dismissing the Scribe's sarcasm.
"I am a smart person, so I will naturally choose the right side."
"A smart person?"
With a cold laugh, Scribe looked at the other party and said without any mercy.
"Whether you are human or not, you should know very well."
His body stiffened for a moment, as if a sore spot had been touched, and his face turned red and white in turns.
It took quite a while before I gradually recovered.
"Sir, you are still the same as before, which I truly admire."
"However, today's meeting is not for us to reminisce about the past."
"There is something I would like to invite you to do, no matter what."
After saying that, a look of madness appeared on the man's face.
"Sir, how about you become a ghost too?"
Looking at the guy in the distance who was extending an invitation to him with Shoichi sincere expression, Scribe remained silent.
But the expression on his face grew colder and colder.
As if sensing something, Dichai and Imamura also fell silent.
Soon, the only sound in the magnificent room was the beating of a heart.
At this moment, the Scribe finally spoke.
"Kamihito Ichi, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Meanwhile, while the Scribe was on his way to the appointment, Inosuke was getting impatient.
"So slow!"
Sitting cross-legged in the Hagimoto House room, Inosuke said impatiently.
"The sun has already set, why hasn't it come up yet?"
"That idiot Negiichiro, I can't wait any longer."
He stood up, stretched his limbs, and decided to set off on his own.
"Pigs swoosh!"
With a loud shout, he jumped up and smashed a large hole in the ceiling above his head.
"Rat, bring me the knife!"
He shook the debris off his head and shouted into the darkness.
"Hurry up!"
After hearing Inosuke's voice, two squeaking sounds came from not far away.
Then, accompanied by the sound of trotting footsteps, two mice came running over.
He wore a hair ornament similar to that of Tengen Uzui, and carried Inosuke's twin blades on his strong arms.
This is a ninja beast sent by Tengen, the Muscle Rat.
Having undergone special training, they possess extremely high intelligence.
Moreover, it possesses strength far exceeding that of ordinary mice.
The fact that he can lift a Nichirin Blade shows that he is no ordinary person.
He took the double-edged sword and changed into the clothes and hood that the rat had given him.
Having returned to his previous attire, Inosuke shouted excitedly.
"Alright, alright, let's go ghost hunting!"
He kicked open the door and dashed out.
"Pigs swoosh!"
Outside the room, a geisha witnessed this scene and fainted from fright.
Hearing the shouts, one of her companions ran over and found the unconscious geisha.
"What's wrong? What happened? What's wrong with you?" ap.
Seeing the geisha foaming at the mouth, her companion looked anxious.
"There is a strange thing."
Her speech was incoherent; the geisha squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth.
"A monster with a pig's head and a human body is running around and yelling."
After saying that, her head lolled to the side and she completely fainted.
Seeing her like this, her panicked companions didn't know what to do for a moment.
At that moment, a chaotic sound came from behind her.
Then, a puff of hot air sprayed onto her neck.
She felt a chill run down her spine; she seemed to know what was behind her.
My neck felt like an old, broken chain, and I struggled to turn it.
Then, a huge wild boar's head appeared.
"Hey, woman, which floor is this?"
The boar-headed creature suddenly spoke, and the geisha then followed in her companion's footsteps.
Looking at the two unconscious people lying on the ground, Inosuke scratched his head.
"Ah, I've been to this floor before, so let's just jump out the window."
He repositioned himself and rushed toward the window in the corridor.
While charging forward, they didn't forget to shout their signature slogan.
"Pigs swoosh!"
Chapter 394 Each on Their Own Battlefield
As Inosuke prepared to leave, the owner of Kyogoku House was sitting there blankly.
Holding a torn piece of his sleeve, he seemed lost in thought.
Not long ago, Mitsu suddenly said that he needed to go out for a while.
There was no suspicion; the boss simply asked Mitsu where he was going.
"I'm going to do something big."
"What's the big deal?"
"I want to follow Lord Dichai and contribute to the establishment of our country."
Upon hearing this, the boss was completely stunned.
When I tried to press him for more information, Mitsu showed no intention of continuing.
During the argument, Mitsu slapped the boss across the face.
All he could do was tear off a piece of his sleeve.
Recalling the loving times he shared with his wife, the boss couldn't understand what had happened.
Ever since he finished talking with Warabihime, his wife seemed like a completely different person.
He sighed, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp object protruded from behind and was positioned in front of his neck.
His body stiffened, and he looked down shakily, then his eyes widened.
That was a kunai, the kind only ninjas would use!
It was obvious that Tengen Uzui had infiltrated the store.
"How are Zenko and Hinatsuru doing? Make a long story short."
A man's voice came through, asking coldly.
"I ask, you answer; you have no right to ask questions."
Immediately, the boss's face was covered in sweat.
His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't speak because of nervousness.
With a frown, Tengen Uzui then pressed a kunai against his neck.
Feeling the bone-chilling cold, the boss's stammering words became much clearer.
"Zenko, she's gone. Some people say she was resting and then disappeared."
"Hinatsuru is sick, so I sent her to Kirimise."
Tengen frowned upon hearing that his wife had been sent to Kirimise.
That place was a prime example of filth and disorder, a chaotic and unruly area.
Sending the sick Hinatsuru there was almost no different from killing her outright.
Suppressing his anger, he continued to ask.
"Are there any other clues? Tell us everything, and who is more suspicious."
"This..."