"Nothing will happen. I'm sure of it."
Yōichi Mizuguchi lay flat on the ground, trying to reassure the others.
His words calmed the panicked group a little.
That was right.
They had hired a Jonin. He would definitely win.
Unfortunately,
things did not go their way.
Before long,
the fighting drew to a close.
The survivors
were the Ninja from Kumogakure.
"Don't kill me! You can take all the goods."
Sensing their killing intent, Yōichi Mizuguchi panicked.
The remaining Cloud Ninja exchanged glances, then raised their weapons again.
"We're dead!"
Yōichi Mizuguchi and the others closed their eyes in despair.
Damn it.
Why did these Ninja insist on killing them all when they could just take the goods?
Squelch!
Squelch!
Squelch!
A series of muffled grunts rang out.
The pain they expected never came.
Yōichi Mizuguchi and the others opened their eyes. Every Ninja from Kumogakure was lying on the ground.
"Urashiki... did you save us?"
"We each got what we needed. I need you to take me to Konoha."
"It would be troublesome if my identity were exposed."
Urashiki Otsutsuki put away his Divine Tool.
"We understand, Lord Urashiki."
Yōichi Mizuguchi answered at once.
As a merchant who had traveled far and wide, he knew his only chance of staying alive was to cooperate without question.
"Then let's go."
Urashiki Otsutsuki spoke calmly.
"Lord Urashiki... these people..."
Yōichi Mizuguchi pointed at the Ninja from Kumogakure on the ground.
If they left them alive, wouldn't the Ninja come after them?
"It's fine."
"They're just insects. There's no need to kill them."
Urashiki Otsutsuki spoke softly.
He disliked killing.
Hearing that, Yōichi Mizuguchi could only abandon the idea with a sigh.
"By the way, how strong were those people by the standards of today's Shinobi World?"
On the road,
Urashiki Otsutsuki