"Lord Akira!"
The four Daimyo pledged their loyalty to Uchiha Akira at the same time. They were more fucking loyal than Little Monster was to Big Monster—tell them to chase a dog, and they would never go after a chicken.
Was there a better way?
Of course there was.
But Uchiha Akira felt that using Kotoamatsukami on these Daimyo, rotten to the bone, was fucking overkill.
"Using Kotoamatsukami on you is already giving you far too good a deal!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Lord Akira is right! We made Lord Akira waste a use of Kotoamatsukami. We deserve to die ten thousand deaths!"
The four Daimyo immediately admitted their faults. They knelt on the floor, prostrated themselves, pressed their foreheads to the ground, and wore looks of utter remorse.
It had to be said.
Those bastards really knew how to apologize.
Their posture was perfect, their attitude sincere—yet they never changed. It was absolutely incredible.
So now, Uchiha Akira used Kotoamatsukami to put an end to them.
"Who is it? Who dares barge into the Daimyo meeting?!"
The commotion had drawn the samurai. Dozens of them rushed in at once, their swords drawn and gleaming with icy light. Yet the moment they entered, they saw the four Daimyo sitting upright and composed, with nothing unusual in sight.
Every one of them possessed Jonin-level strength.
Even in a ninja village, they would have been absolute backbone forces!
"Who allowed you to enter?!"
The Feudal Lord of the Land of Earth glared furiously. "Are you tired of living?!"
In an instant.
The samurai, who had been on full alert just moments ago, shuddered all over and dropped to their knees. Like dogs before their masters, cold sweat streamed down their foreheads. "We're sorry!"
"We... we heard cries for help from inside the meeting