My Pain

By the time he reached the ground, Shiraishi Yoshijo had already killed several hundred shinobi.

In the past, he had been wary of Naruto. As long as Naruto was in the capital, Yoshijo would be detected the moment he appeared, let alone be able to rescue Tian Meng.

But now Naruto had actually left the capital. After rescuing Tian Meng, Shiraishi Yoshijo had no more reservations and began slaughtering freely. Yet the people who should have appeared still had not shown themselves.

Although he knew where they were, he was still an elder. Going to find them personally would be rather beneath him, and besides—

Looking around at the thousand or so shinobi surrounding him, with countless more rushing over within his senses, Shiraishi Yoshijo wore a strange expression. "Shixiu, that son-in-law of mine, really doesn't understand his father-in-law at all. He actually thinks numbers can deal with me."

But on second thought, ever since becoming emperor, he had acted personally only a handful of times. His past accomplishments had all faded into silence with time. Even if his legendary name still circulated among shinobi—no, the world had long forgotten how terrifying he was.

Though it sounded rather childish, Shiraishi Yoshijo still said it aloud.

"It's time for the world to remember the terror of being ruled."

Shiraishi Yoshijo did not take these people seriously, because numbers meant absolutely nothing to him. But Tian Meng on his back had never seen such a scene before. Her body was tense, and she was so frightened that she did not dare say a word.

Were you scared? He remembered how, whenever there was a thunderstorm when she was little, Tian Meng could always find him no matter where he was, then curl up in his arms like a kitten. Thinking of it