"What did you say?!"
As the samurai leader, Kitain normally answered only to his immediate superiors, the four great nobles, the six chief administrators, and His Excellency the Daimyo...
Who else would dare speak to him like that?!
Especially a lowly ninja.
"Nothing. You are citizens of the Land of Lightning, after all, and Lord Raikage means well."
Ignoring the icy blade, Samui composed herself again and said, "We are roughly half an hour from our destination, the Land of Whirlpools, but we have received word that a fairly severe 'storm' is coming. You are in the way."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"If you still care about the lives of the Land of Lightning's citizens, sir, please have everyone transfer to the Island Turtle as soon as possible. We may no longer be on the same side, but for humanitarian reasons, we would still like to take responsibility for getting you to your destination."
"You expect me to believe you? In the way? A storm? You traitors spout nothing but nonsense!"
Samui looked helplessly at the samurai. This bastard was as stubborn as a foul stone in a cesspit, exactly as Darui had said.
"Fine, then. If you don't need our help, we won't insist."
"Everyone, we're leaving."
Samui called to the other ninja and walked toward the Island Turtle.
"Stop! You don't think you can just walk away, do you?!"
Kitain blocked her with his sword. "Traitor, you'll make a fine sacrifice to our banner... urgh!"
"Lord Kitain!"
"You bastard!"
Samui rolled her eyes at the man lying on the ground.
Kitain Tanshi, the foremost samurai in the Land of Lightning, hailed as the Steel of Roaring Thunder.
Seriously? This is the sort of trash we used to serve?
A mild application of Lightning Release Nintaijutsu had