Escorting the Caravan, Danger Descends

Seeing that Fujitō Jishang did not believe him, Qingyun chuckled softly, picked up a pebble from the ground, and hurled it into the grass.

Then he rose to his feet, walked into the grass, and picked up a gray rabbit.

Returning to his original spot, Qingyun poured a drop of Buddha's Smile Wine into the rabbit's mouth, then quickly tossed it into the distance.

Bang!

Under Fujitō Jishang's terrified gaze, the rabbit's body swelled rapidly before the medicinal potency of Buddha's Smile Wine burst it apart.

"Well? Do you still want to drink Buddha's Smile Wine, Mr. Fujitō?"

Qingyun watched the terror in Fujitō Jishang's eyes with a hint of mockery in his own as he spoke calmly.

At those words, Fujitō Jishang shook his enormous, piglike head frantically, then shakily stood up and moved away from Qingyun.

Seeing his reaction, Qingyun shook his head with a laugh. This fellow was nothing but a shit factory with a little money. If anything serious happened, he probably would not even measure up to a woman.

He had to admit that the Naruto World was truly somewhat twisted. These ninja clearly possessed great power, yet nominally fell under the authority of daimyo who were no different from ordinary people.

Instead of using force to control essential supplies, they let the daimyo hold them all.

And the ninja? They could only passively wait for those ordinary people to hire them in order to obtain resources.

Qingyun found this utterly baffling.

Of course, bafflement was all it was. Qingyun had no interest in reforming the Shinobi World, nor any ridiculous ambition to lead the ninja in conquering the world.

Pouring himself drinks and eating the side dishes Huang Rong had prepared, Qingyun half closed his eyes as the alcohol and delicious food stimulated his