The Noble Who Blacked Out Before His Eyes!

The samurai guards currently remaining in the Takemoto estate were those Takemoto Zhushan trusted most. The few who rushed over did not say a word; they simply stepped forward to seize the servants who had offended their master.

"Yunshan, take a squad of samurai outside and arrest that lecturing bastard, along with everyone supporting him."

"Yes!" the tall, leading guard replied respectfully.

Outside the mansion, on the street in the center of town, the young scholar who had been giving the speech looked down at the people supporting his ideals with a joyful expression.

He believed that with this speech, he would surely catch the eye of Lord Zhushan and be entrusted with a major responsibility.

Once that happened, he would be able to display his talents, help Lord Zhushan purge the rebels, achieve peerless merit, and lead the clan to soar into the sky, becoming the new nobility.

Hearing the sounds approaching from the distance and seeing the large squad of samurai rushing in from the left side of the street—noticing the Takemoto Clan crest on their clothing—the young scholar wore a polished smile.

They were here; Lord Zhushan had truly noticed him. The moment for his rise was at hand.

"I am Fushimi Eiichi. Are you all samurai sent by Lord Zhushan?" Turning his body toward the direction of the approaching samurai, the young scholar, Fushimi Eiichi, performed a standard bow.

"A sycophant spreading demonic words to incite the masses!" The samurai named Yunshan, standing at the front of the formation, furrowed his brows and stared at the young scholar ahead with an imposing, natural authority.

From the attitude and words of the arriving samurai, Fushimi Eiichi sensed that something was wrong. He forced himself to remain calm and spoke up to defend himself.

"My words just now