On the afternoon of the third day, the caravan arrived at its destination town.
The trade fair had brought a surge of visitors to the town, attracting all sorts of people, good and bad. After escorting their employer safely to his inn, Shinji arranged their guard shifts.
Trouble still came knocking the following evening.
A ragtag band of seven or eight local bandits and thugs had somehow learned that the antique dealer was carrying valuable merchandise. As dusk fell, they tried to sneak into the inn to steal it, only to be discovered by Kosuke and Oshima Rin, who were on guard duty.
The fight broke out in an instant.
Though these bandits were only ordinary people, every one of them was strong and ruthless, and they seemed to know a few rudimentary coordinated attacks.
Kosuke and Oshima Rin were Chunin, but they had little practical combat experience, especially when it came to fighting desperate criminals at close quarters. Momentarily cowed by their opponents' ferocity, they fumbled under pressure and barely managed to hold them off.
"You little Konoha ninja brats! Hand over the goods, and we'll let you live!" the bandit leader snarled, brandishing his cleaver.
Just then, a green figure swept into the fray like a whirlwind!
"How dare you disrupt a senior Jonin's mission and disturb these merchants' peace! Unforgivable! Youth must not be defiled!" Might Duy roared, immediately falling back on his greatest strength: taijutsu.
There was nothing flashy about his movements, only pure speed and power! His fists and feet rained down like a raging storm, each strike tearing through the air with a deep whoosh.
"Konoha Whirlwind!"
"Konoha Gale!"
These simple taijutsu moves became astonishingly powerful when performed by his rigorously trained body.
Almost at first contact, he sent two bandits flying with his