Keita Otake knew these people were the same kind as the nobles he had encountered.
So he showed them no mercy.
Or perhaps letting them die without pain counted as a kind of mercy.
He used no particular technique, only ordinary punches.
Every punch Keita Otake threw struck one of the samurai in the neck.
After their necks were shattered, the samurai collapsed to the ground, but they did not die immediately.
Their eyes widened as choking sounds escaped their throats. With the bones in their necks shattered, they could no longer control their bodies or even utter a complete sentence. All they could do was silently feel their lives slowly slipping away.
Although it still looked rather cruel, he was already merciful enough compared with his junior disciple brothers and sisters.
At least he let them die quickly enough.
No chakra?
The black-robed man watched the boy who had suddenly appeared swiftly dispatch six samurai whose skills were decent by ordinary people's standards.
Most importantly, he had not sensed any fluctuations of chakra from the boy.
That meant he could shatter human bones through brute strength alone. Just how strong was he?
In terms of strength alone, the boy was already his equal.
"Hey, boy. Are you interested in joining our organization?"
Judging by the boy's soft, delicate appearance, that strength probably had not come from training.
Did that mean he was born with superhuman strength?
He was jealous.
Hmph. I'll trick him into coming back to the base, then turn him into a Modified Human.
He was eagerly anticipating what sort of weapon the boy would become after being modified.
"I refuse."
Keita Otake sensed the man's malice suddenly grow much stronger.
No matter how he looked at it, this man was up to no good.
"What a