"What do you think ninjutsu is?" In the fields, several Old Farmers had just finished their work. One middle-aged man looked at the Spirit Field in the distance with a hint of envy.
"Second Ox, don't go spouting nonsense like that. If the Ninjutsu Ancestor hears you, he'll pull out your tendons!" Another man with graying temples shot his comrade beside him a glare.
Second Ox laughed awkwardly, then stared curiously at the Spirit Field in the distance.
"Heh, what luck Cat Head Village has, having a Sage like him." Second Ox's eyes burned with excitement.
Cat Head Village had always been a rundown, godforsaken place with hardly anyone around. The Villagers scraped a living from the soil every day, but three months ago, a Sage arrived!
The Sage had flown over with a group of people, then settled down here directly.
These mud-legged peasants had been overjoyed. With a Sage around, they no longer had to fear the Great Worms eating people.
Sure enough, they had only told the Sage at noon that Great Worms in the nearby mountains were eating people. By the time they returned home, the Sage had already come back carrying two Great Worms.
It was just that this lord's name was rather strange. What was it called again?
Ninjutsu Ancestor?
At that moment, the man the Villagers called the Ninjutsu Ancestor stood in his field, examining the Spirit Field before him.
"I worked hard for a thousand years, only to end up in this dump? And Cat Head Mountain, at that?" Ōtsutsuki Isshiki narrowed his eyes at the Spirit Field before looking toward the mountain behind it, which resembled a cat's head. There was a trace of helplessness in his gaze.
Ever since he had been exiled from the clan by those powerful figures,