Huh?
A Great Ninja, famous throughout the world?
A bleak autumn wind suddenly rose, ruffling the sideburns of the slender boy.
Shiraishi stood frozen, recalling the definition of the word "ninja" that Uesugi Tetsu had once explained to him.
A ninja was probably an existence much like a "samurai"—the kind of topic that could never be avoided whenever people discussed this era.
The former bowed to the darkness, while the latter received admiration and cheers in the light.
Although a "Great Ninja" could not be mentioned in the same breath as a "daimyo," they could certainly stand alongside a renowned figure like a "Great Swordmaster."
During his time at the Imagawa Residence, he had indeed figured out roughly what the Ki-ai Technique was, and had made remarkable progress in it. He was far stronger in that regard than he had been before.
However, Shiraishi still understood that he could hardly deal with even the most incompetent samurai.
There was only one reason: his physical attributes were still too weak.
And a Great Ninja... should probably be even more powerful than hundreds of him combined.
He stared at the exquisite secret manual placed before him. It was bound so tightly that not even a page seemed loose, and it faintly carried the fragrance of ink.
For a moment, he did not know whether he should take it.
Because of what he had experienced since childhood, Shiraishi thought about more things, and his thoughts were more complicated.
For example, he was currently considering what would happen if he took the secret manual but failed to achieve the results he was supposed to, causing Uesugi Tetsu to become utterly disappointed in him.
*If I don't take it, everything will be fine. I can maintain my identity as a "domesticated pet," lean on the