Yamashita Maru

After it was over, Li Qinwu stretched, patted his backside, and prepared to leave.

The old monk wore a shocked expression, stunned both by Li Qinwu's terrifying physical strength and his outrageous method of attack.

He glanced at the horned samurai. The samurai's chest looked like Squidward's face after being sat flat.

The old monk hurriedly performed rites for the fellow in his heart, then ran behind Li Qinwu and asked:

"My lord, what should we do with those slaves?"

Li Qinwu glanced at the more than forty slaves the samurai had captured and said flatly:

"Untie them and let them fend for themselves."

The old monk did as instructed, stepping forward to untie the slaves.

After finishing everything, the old monk followed Li Qinwu, intending to return to Kyoto.

At that moment, a familiar yet weak voice suddenly came from behind Li Qinwu. "B-Big..."

Li Qinwu turned around and saw an acquaintance. A boy of about ten stood among the slaves, looking at him through tearful eyes. It was Yamashita Maru.

Yamashita Maru was covered in dense whip marks. The lashes had cut deep into his flesh, leaving bloody scabs across his body.

Li Qinwu walked up to Yamashita Maru and asked with a frown:

"Kid? How did you end up here? Where's your mother? Where are your two younger brothers?"

Yamashita Maru immediately burst into tears and pointed at several corpses on the ground.

"The samurai wanted to take me and my two younger brothers as slaves. My mother refused, so the samurai killed her.

My two younger brothers bit the samurai, so they killed them too! Waaaaah!!"

Only then did Li Qinwu notice that one of the corpses, which had been cut in half at the waist, was Yamashita Maru's mother.

The two people slain beside the