After finishing, I went to the back garden, randomly chose a carrier pigeon, tied the message to it, and released it.
As the carrier pigeon flew through the sky, the fifty-something man let out a soft sigh. "When will the war end...?"
No one liked war, but in this world where the strong preyed on the weak, they could only choose war.
The pigeon's round trip took only half an hour.
Upon seeing the carrier pigeon, the Daimyo impatiently removed the message tied to it and opened it.
"The other side is planning to assassinate or abduct the Daimyo or a minister. Please take precautions in advance."
The carrier pigeon had brought back two messages in total. One had originally been sent by the other side, while the other was an inquiry from the Daimyo.
"Today, the heads of the guards killed by that mysterious burly man on the wall were rolling around. Is this a provocation against us? Has the other side received help from a powerful ninja?"
This was the Daimyo's question, but the mysterious spy's reply below left him somewhat confused.
"I have not heard that the other side has received help from any powerful ninja, but the provocation must have been carried out by them."
This information gave the Daimyo a headache. At the same time, for some reason, he suddenly felt as if he had grasped something clearly—but when he tried to think further, the answer to that intelligence report turned into a patch of white fog.
"It's fine... In any case, I still have a trump card. Even if they do have powerful ninjas helping them, they still can't escape my grasp!"
At this moment, the Daimyo, already over fifty, displayed an exceptionally confident bearing.
"But what was that huge commotion outside just now?