The Daimyo's son

Even the Daimyo realized something was wrong.

Even a helpless ordinary man could sense something as intangible as killing intent.

The killing intent outside was far from faint. Though Naruto and Satsuki could practically ignore it, ordinary people could still feel it.

The Daimyo's fingers began to tremble slightly. He had a whole host of questions. Was someone outside? Who was it? But now was not a good time to ask.

When would it begin? ...Now!

Bang!!!

The expensive paper door burst apart, split straight down the middle by a blade from outside. Scraps of Echizen Washi scattered across the tatami, revealing the crowd of figures packed beyond it.

Several spears and katana thrust through the opening at once, their target unmistakable—the spot where Naruto and Satsuki stood!

"Isn't this a little overkill... Don't kill anyone yet, Satsuki."

Naruto spoke with resignation as a layer of purple Chakra Armor appeared around them, enclosing them both.

Susanoo, reduced to its most basic, thinnest layer of Chakra Cloak.

Even a lion used its full strength to catch a rabbit. Naruto understood that principle. But in this situation... These were probably the weakest enemies he had faced since reaching adulthood.

There were plenty of people outside, but almost no trace of chakra. They were not ninja, nor did they even qualify as proper samurai. Most likely, they were nothing more than a band of brigands.

Using Susanoo to block a bunch of ordinary people without any chakra was already absurd in itself.

"Sorry, I don't know many defensive techniques."

Satsuki spoke, but there was not a shred of genuine apology in her voice. When the thrusting spears and katana struck that most basic layer of Susanoo, there was no clear clang of metal against metal.

The weapons began melting the instant they touched