"Huh?"
The samurai couldn't draw his sword or even take a step. All he could do was stand rooted to the spot, his body rigid. He cried out in alarm, "What's going on? Captain, I can't move!"
"Uh, Lord Mu Mu Zengsheng, just tell him what's going on. Otherwise, he won't understand."
Maintaining the hand seal for the Shadow Imitation Technique, Shikamaru sighed helplessly at Mu Mu Zengsheng, who had already collapsed in fright.
He had just listened to the portly official making small talk with Naruto for ages. The man was probably too used to being an official; not a single thing he said was plain and straightforward. Everything was metaphors, analogies, and hints.
As a result, Shikamaru had pieced together the whole story just from listening on the sidelines, while Naruto genuinely thought the man was making small talk with him.
"The Konoha Nara Clan's shadow ninjutsu?"
"You dare attack someone in the Daimyo Mansion? Are you trying to rebel? Seize them all!"
The samurai captain roared in fury. The nearby servants were terrified out of their wits and hurried away, desperate to get clear.
Over the past few days, these servants had all witnessed the samurai's ruthless methods. These killers cut down even noble lords without hesitation. Anyone a little too slow to flee would die without so much as a proper burial.
Hearing the commotion, the guards nearby hurried over as well. Causing trouble inside the Daimyo Mansion—did these people have a death wish?
As more and more people gathered before him, cold sweat began to bead on Shikamaru's forehead.
Not because he was afraid, mind you. He was worried that once the fighting started, as the team's only chunin—
He would definitely be left cleaning up the mess all by himself. What a drag!
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