The Tsuchigumo Clan?
Rage of Heaven?
The forbidden technique mastered by that clan rivaled even the Super Shinra Tensei. It was somewhat stronger than those of the Kusanagi, Uji, and Qian-Gui Clans. A single strike could destroy terrain, alter the course of a battlefield, or even level an entire ninja village. It was a kind of sage art.
"Uncle, what kind of unrest is it exactly?" Yura said. "Didn't the rumors say the Shinobi Clans had already formed village organizations? Why are they still fighting?"
"You don't even know that? You're not from the Land of Water, are you?" The old man sipped his wine and swayed his head as he said, "A lot of Shinobi Clans aren't convinced by that pirate old man Shuilian. Shuilian, who came from Hodgepodge Strait, used to be a rogue ninja. He leads a bunch of rabble, and the proper Shinobi Clans have always looked down on him. What's more, quite a few Shinobi Clans have recently migrated from the Shinobi World continent to these islands, and they aren't too willing to accept Kirigakure's control either."
Was that the root of their hostility toward Shinobi Clans and bloodline-limit ninja? Was this One Piece or something?
For a moment, Yura felt as though she had walked onto the wrong set. Still, the Shinobi World often gave people that kind of time-and-space-displacement feeling. Yura frequently saw English signs on the streets, for instance, so she could only ignore it.
"Miss, you're a ninja, aren't you..."
"More or less." Yura nodded.
"You're from the Shinobi World continent. Are you planning to join Kirigakure?" the old man asked.
"Do you have any advice?" Yura asked humbly.
"I wouldn't dare call it advice." The old man said, "Miss, are you prepared to kill countless people? I've heard that Kirigakure