The soldier was walking toward the next feudal lord from behind.
A bloodstained broadsword hung from his hand.
His heart was surging with emotion. If he had not desperately kept himself under control,
he would have been trembling with excitement.
Right now, before the entire Ninja World, he was executing those who had once stood at the very pinnacle of it.
He had originally been nothing more than a commoner at the very bottom, possessing nothing but brute strength and enduring the oppression of nobles every day.
If not for the Leader, he might have spent his entire life doing hard labor under some noble, never even able to eat his fill.
Yet now, someone like him, once among the lowest beings in the Ninja World, was executing the feudal lords who had once stood at its very top.
The Leader had told him that he was the Executioner of the old world!
History would remember that the old world had ended at the hands of commoners like him.
"Damn it! Damn it! What the hell are you bastards standing around there for? Why aren't you coming to save me?!"
At that moment, one of the feudal lords kneeling on the ground suddenly roared himself hoarse, frantically shouting at the Allied Shinobi Forces still on the Land of Fire's coast.
Because the "Executioner" had already reached his back.
From that still-bloody blade, he could already feel death closing in.
Yet the other party moved very slowly, as though deliberately pushing him toward despair bit by bit, giving him plenty of time to scream.
At the same time, quite a few other feudal lords were also cursing the Allied Shinobi Forces without restraint.
A feudal lord had already died. At this rate, it would soon be their turn.
And so,