The Daimyo Mansion's army concentrated its strength in the central column, with the other two columns providing support. Compared with the central column, the other two had fewer Chakra Samurai, but their ability to intimidate the ordinary samurai remained formidable.
Under pressure from the Chakra Samurai, the samurai in the other two columns marched swiftly toward their destinations. Anyone who slowed even a little was urged on, and if anyone dared show the slightest resistance, the Chakra Samurai would drag him out and execute him as an example without a moment's hesitation.
Although the ordinary samurai dared not resist the Chakra Samurai's oppression, their resentment grew stronger and stronger. Grumbling could often be heard as they marched.
"Damn it, why do we have to get dragged into this mess?" one Junior Officer muttered.
"Stop complaining. You don't want those ruthless bastards from the Daimyo Mansion setting their sights on you," another Junior Officer beside him quickly warned.
"Heh, ruthless they may be, but for some reason, they don't seem too bright. As long as we don't slow down, talking won't draw their attention," the first Junior Officer replied.
Katsuya Uchiha had created the Chakra Samurai using his own secret medicine. Over several years, his special chakra had eroded their minds until they obeyed only his commands. They still retained enough knowledge to act on those orders, but outside the scope of their instructions, they became sluggish.
It was not just those two Junior Officers. The other ordinary samurai were also talking among themselves, airing their grievances. Yet none of them paused, continuing forward at a brisk pace. The Chakra Samurai seemed deaf to it all. As long as no one slowed down, they would not approach.
However, talking during such a rapid march consumed extra stamina. Before long, the samurai