Inside the room, Ryōken sat quietly on the bed. The sword intent surrounding him granted him exceptionally keen senses even while he was deducing techniques. If he wished, he could hear the slightest movement throughout the entire inn.
His sword intent was clear and penetrating, impervious to all evil.
The nature transformation of the fire attribute continuously evolved in Ryōken's mind—violent, scorching, destructive.
The principles of Fire Release Ninjutsu, combined with the two great inheritances and Ryōken's understanding of swordsmanship, flickered through his mind again and again, gradually growing more complete.
Once it was perfected, his fire-attribute swordsmanship would take shape. With one slash, it would scorch the heavens.
At this moment, figures swiftly converged on the inn from all directions before slipping inside. Their movements were light as ghosts. Every one of them carried a blade or sword, their polished weapons glinting with chilling light.
Samurai could infuse chakra into their blades, an offensive method similar to chakra flow and a combat skill comparable to that of a Chunin.
Compared to shinobi, samurai fit the image of assassins and killers better. They moved without a sound, unlike shinobi, whose more powerful ninjutsu generally turned things into a head-on battle.
The samurai's unique Flash sword technique was swordsmanship centered on extreme speed and killing in a single strike.
"The room on the north side. Don't alert the others. End this quickly."
A figure stepped out from the crowd. If Tetsuki had been here, she would have recognized the voice as Qing Zang, the samurai who had been dismissed not long ago.
Qing Zang waved his longsword, and the gathered men headed upstairs, making straight for the rooms where Ryōken and the others were staying.
A smug smile appeared on Qing Zang's lips. Since persuasion had failed, he would use force.