Historical Impact Level 3: A Cataclysmic Change, Imagawa Yoshimoto's Death! Heavenly Sword, Define Qi Sea!

How many seconds had it been?

Uesugi Tetsu had been prepared to wait an entire day and temper his bones once in the process. He stood there with his mouth hanging open, taking several seconds to recover from his shock.

He removed the mask from his face and, after confirming that it was indeed the [White Woman Mask], muttered in confusion,

"I didn't put on the wrong one either..."

"It naturally isn't the lord's fault."

The small gap in the straw face opened and closed, producing the distinctive rustling sound of fodder rubbing together.

Katsumi snapped his pocket folding fan shut, then hopped onto the branch in front of Uesugi Tetsu in a few quick jumps. Looking him straight in the eye, he said,

"In recent days, the gentle aftershocks of the tide arrived... Taking advantage of this opportunity, I also scattered many clones and reconnected with many clients who had lost contact with me.

"By coincidence, one clone landed nearby and entered the present world by following the tide."

So that was it...

Uesugi Tetsu recalled the monstrous wave that had just swept over his head.

Gentle?

Seriously?

What would a wave that wasn't gentle look like?

He tentatively asked, "Are you referring to the aftershocks of the tide that will fall upon the present world in two days?"

"The lord is indeed perceptive."

Katsumi immediately nodded vigorously. Since this clone was only the size of a palm, if he moved too little, people wouldn't be able to see him clearly.

That would be bad.

It might cause customers to misunderstand his intentions.

The straw merchant looked Uesugi Tetsu up and down for a while before exclaiming in surprise, "Lord, it's only been a few days, yet your strength has already far surpassed what it was before."

Katsumi couldn't