Abandonment

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Upon hearing Nakamura's words, Shiro and the others fell silent, not daring to take another step forward.

Even Shikaki and Shiro, who had already made up their minds, couldn't help but stop in their tracks.

That's how many things are; you think you're ready, but actually you aren't.

When it comes, you will feel fear, hesitation, and stop, for example, because of death and the harm done to the innocent.

Nakamura didn't urge them. As he said before, he had been through it all and knew how difficult this choice would be. Any mentally sound person would hesitate about it.

This is what distinguishes them from animals.

Finally, Shikaki slowly walked over, and gradually, Taichi quietly followed behind him, but his blood-red eyes...

This suggests that his inner world was not so peaceful.

Now, only Shiro remains in the same spot. Nakamura quietly watches him, awaiting his answer.

Shiro clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly, until finally he clenched them tightly and strode forward with heavy steps.

The road leading to the village on the other side was scorching hot at that moment. They desperately wanted to escape it, but they couldn't.

Because a ninja's best skill is missions!

In the end, they reached the end of the road.

At that moment, Shiro and the others desperately hoped that the hunters were a group of villains; otherwise, why would they beckon to the ninjas?

Unfortunately, they were disappointed. What appeared before them was a peaceful village, where the people were all very kind.

Just then, the hunter who had waved to Shiro and the others came out, accompanied by a little girl, presumably his daughter.

They each carried two bowls of water, which they handed to Shiro others.

"Aren't you afraid of us? We're ninjas."

In response to Shikaki's words, the hunter smiled and said cheerfully, "I know, but not all ninjas are bad people. I can tell that."

"We have all received a lot of help from you ninjas, so we are willing to help you in return. My daughter was rescued from the jaws of a giant beast by ninjas."

"Yes, big brother, here's some water. Your eyes are so pretty, all red."

Aren't you afraid?

Shiro looked at Taichi, whose voice was already trembling, and gripped the bowl in his hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid, big brother is a good person, Li'er isn't afraid!"

"That's right, don't underestimate Li'er just because she's young. She's fought alongside many ninja masters!"

"Yes! Li'er is amazing! Li'er will become a ninja in the future!"

"Do many ninjas pass through your area?"

Hearing Taichi's trembling voice, the hunter assumed he was worried about the other ninjas and said with a smile, "Don't worry, they're very kind, not the kind of evil ninjas."

"Really? Sir, I'm sorry, we've let you down."

"What have you done to betray me?"

"Pfft!"

"You!"

"Sorry!"

"Dad!"

"Puff!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

After killing Li'er, Taichi knelt on the ground, repeatedly apologizing, while the Tomoe in his eyes spun rapidly!

"Ah! Murder!"

Run!

When the other villagers saw the hunter and his daughter being killed, they scattered in fear. Just as Shikaki was about to give chase, Si Shiro stopped him.

"That's enough, Shikaki, that's enough. Leave the rest to me."

Looking at the scattered villagers, Shiro said bitterly,

"Projection, begin! Unfold, the Three Thousand Worlds!"

Suddenly, numerous matchlock guns appeared around Shiro's body, aimed at the scattered villagers!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As gunfire continued to rang out, villagers fell one after another.

"Three Thousand Worlds"

Rank: E~A Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm

The long bamboo pole's three-stage attack unleashed three thousand matchlock muskets, which fired simultaneously.

Because of the legend of defeating the strongest cavalry army in the Warring States period, its attack power against Heroic Spirit with Riding skills is increased.

For Heroic Spirit without Riding skills, it's just an ordinary matchlock musket, but three thousand firing simultaneously is still a threat.

This is Oda Nobunaga's Noble Phantasm. As the number increases, the level of the Noble Phantasm will also increase. Although the enemy is not cavalry and cannot exert its unique advantages, the opponent is just an ordinary villager.

That power is already sufficient.

Watching the villagers fall one after another, Shiro forced himself not to look away, staring intently at them, trying to remember their dying expressions. That way, perhaps he could have a nightmare and let them take revenge.

Shikaki, standing to the side, looked at the hunter lying on the ground, remaining silent.

A while later, as the villagers died, the Three Thousand Worlds gradually dissipated.

Shiro carried the bowl in his hand, walked to the hunter's body, and placed the bowl beside him.

"I'm sorry, I'm not worthy to drink this water. I hope you won't encounter ninjas again in your next life."

After getting up, Shiro and the others glanced at Taichi, who was still holding Li'er's body, but did not disturb him. Instead, they went to the side and began to fake the scene.

They needed to make it look like the place had been ransacked by bandits so they wouldn't be exposed.

However, this meant that Shiro and the others couldn't bury them properly, or even offer them the slightest burial.

This greatly intensified Shiro and his companions' sense of guilt.

Finally, after Shiro and the others finished dealing with the situation, Taichi also came to his senses. He put down the body he was holding and silently walked to Shiro and the others' side.

At this moment, Taichi's Sharingan had been closed, but even his black pupils had become much deeper, and his entire demeanor had changed significantly.

The feeling Shiro got was just like the one he saw in the anime in his previous life: Uchiha Itachi.

However, it wasn't just Taichi; Shikaki had also changed a lot, becoming much more composed.

That's how many things are; there's only zero, or countless attempts.

Like a boulder rolling down a mountain, once it starts falling, it can never stop.

Taichi and the others have changed, and so has Shiro. When he fired at those villagers, he had already completely abandoned certain things in his heart.

All of this is because Shiro and the others aren't strong enough. If they were strong enough, Nakamura wouldn't need them.

Even without the strength of Madara and his crew, someone at Sakumo's level would be enough to scare away the enemy and successfully complete the mission.

Instead of what it is now.

Nakamura was both happy and heartbroken about their transformation; it's not easy for them to have to endure these things at such a young age.

He was already 16 years old when he faced this choice, and he was quite mature, but he still went through a long period of depression afterward. Because of this, he made many mistakes.

As Shiro and the others' teacher, he didn't want them to end up like him.

After putting away his Noble Phantasm, Shiro turned to Nakamura: "Captain, is this alright?"

"That's enough." Looking into Shiro's eyes, Nakamura felt for the first time that he might have made a mistake this time.

All three of them acted decisively. Not to mention Shikaki, even Shiro wouldn't make such a basic mistake. You have to understand, their route was carefully planned; how could they possibly encounter ordinary villagers?

Unfortunately, they had no choice. Ninjas were ultimately just tools. Those above wanted their tools to have their own thoughts so they could better carry out missions, not because they genuinely wanted them to have their own ideas.

It was at this moment that a certain idea began to sprout in Shiro's mind.

Perhaps the era of ninjas should come to an end.