Blade light flashed through the woods, and blood sprayed. Screams rang out one after another, echoing among the trees like the cawing of crows.
"Monster! This guy's a monster!"
"Spare me! I don't want to die!"
"I was wrong! I'll stop being a bandit!"
"Ah! Someone, save me..."
The wails of the weak were nothing but grating.
But as Izuna continued cutting them down, those grating screams gradually died away.
Tetsuya picked his ear, then blew on his little finger.
"Finally, some peace and quiet."
Izuna flicked the blood off his blade and slowly sheathed it.
"Killing these bastards just dirtied my blade."
"All right, all right. I'll get you a new one later. The blades in this world are pretty interesting, too."
"Really? Then I have something to look forward to."
"Of course. When have I ever lied to you? Just keep looking forward to it."
"Then I'd rather not."
"Why?"
Izuna pointed at the sky as he spoke.
"Three hours ago, you said we'd reach a village soon. Now it's already dark, and we're still in the mountains. How am I supposed to trust you?"
"Uh, an accident. This was just an accident."
Tetsuya spread his hands as he spoke.
"Who could have guessed this world would be so sparsely populated?"
Of course, it was understandable that this world had so few people.
This world was far more dangerous than the Shinobi World.
No matter how powerful the ninja of the Shinobi World were, they rarely involved civilians unless there was a Shinobi World War. Of course, there were always a few idiots.
Compared with the people of this world, civilians in the Shinobi World had much more comfortable lives.
After all, man-eating demons existed in this world.
One careless mistake, and an entire village could become demon