Naruto raised an eyebrow. Just as Jikaku's chakra fist closed in, the invisible Sealing Technique Absorption Seal activated, instantly draining every last bit of chakra from it.
The monk's expression changed drastically. "What kind of damn technique is this? Everyone, quick—"
Before the monk could finish, a massive wooden hand came crashing down, pressing all the Guardian Shinobi into the earth as though swatting flies. In the blink of an eye, they were corpses.
The daimyo and his ministers all shuddered. Given their status, when had they ever been subjected to such coercion?
Ever since ninja appeared, the Ninja World's structure had remained unchanged for a thousand years. Ordinary commoners at the bottom could never defeat hired ninja, allowing the daimyo to remain securely at the top.
Yet they had never imagined that the ninja who worked for them would one day turn around and betray them.
It was not until the Third Shinobi World War erupted, when Sunagakure forcibly declared war on Konoha for the Third Kazekage's sake, that the Land of Wind's daimyo grew dissatisfied and cut military funding. The conflict between the Daimyo's Residence and the ninja gradually deepened as well.
From the founding of one village per country to the Fourth Great Ninja War, only sixty-odd years had passed. The faster the era advanced, the sooner or later ninja who wielded military power would replace the daimyo, from
Naruto had merely given the process of ninja replacing daimyo a push forward.
As he looked at the daimyo, who had hunched his head and seemed to wish he could bury himself underground, a trace of disgust flashed through Naruto's eyes.
With a wave of his hand, the ground split open with a boom. An earthen spear shot up from below and pierced straight through the daimyo's body