Many people did not even bother to say a word before attacking Mirai, treating him like a rat crossing the street. Everyone shouted for him to be beaten.
Most ninja believed that although Mirai had been classified as an S-rank rogue ninja, he was young and had little combat experience, while the reward for him was extremely generous.
Unlike the other powerful S-rank rogue ninja, the young and seemingly incapable Mirai naturally became their prey.
However, they finally understood why Mirai had been rated an S-rank rogue ninja. It was for no other reason than that Mirai was simply too good at running!
With a single use of the Body Flicker, they could not catch up to him at all! Even sensory ninja who managed to catch up became prey to Mirai's deadly blade, since they had no offensive ability.
Just like that, Mirai was assassinated, pursued, and hunted by countless people for some time, yet he was still alive and well.
Although this was only the beginning, Mirai already felt as though he had become the enemy of the people. His heart was filled with worry.
"Tired?" The woman's voice seemed to possess some kind of magic as it echoed beside Mirai's ear.
"Mm..." Mirai rubbed his eyes and looked at the woman, unsure of what she wanted.
"I'll give you a massage." As the woman spoke, she took Mirai's arm in her hands and gently kneaded it. Every stroke was perfectly measured, gradually moving lower...
Naomi watched Mirai and the woman with eyes like a venomous snake. Her heart was like a volcano, and her face flushed red with fury.
That damned ninja! That slut is mine, mine!
Feeling the woman's massage, Mirai comfortably closed his eyes. When her hand touched his stomach...
Warning! Warning! Extreme danger warning!