"Uh, uh..."
After Shingetsu exposed his true colors, Heir Muneshito froze on the spot. His entire body trembled violently, as though he might fall apart at any moment, and the cold sweat pouring down his face made his expression look hideously contorted. Only after several long minutes did he suddenly force a furious roar through his chattering teeth and lunge at Shingetsu:
"Aaaaah! I'll kill you!!!"
"Hmph."
She needed neither Wood Release nor the Sharingan. Against an ordinary person as helpless as Heir Muneshito, Shingetsu did not even need Ninjutsu. She merely shifted aside to evade his attack and landed a vicious kick on his leg in passing. Muneshito screamed as he lunged toward her, then rolled on the ground in agony.
"Aaaaah! My leg!"
Shingetsu had not held back in the slightest. That kick had broken his leg outright, and ordinary medicine would probably never be able to mend it. From then on, Heir Muneshito could only live out his days in the Land of Fire's court as a cripple, which would likely hurt him more than death.
Yet Muneshito's misfortune was far from over. A sharp Shuriken pierced his neck, and warm blood slid down his skin. The strange sensation even made him forget the pain. Only in that moment before death did he realize what a stupid thing he had done.
Chinatsu's gaze was frighteningly cold. A healer might have a compassionate heart, but she could kill anyone who tried to hurt Shingetsu without the slightest hesitation.
"Lady Shingetsu, please! Spare His Highness the Heir Apparent!"
Seeing that Chinatsu was about to slaughter the heir as casually as a pig or sheep, the terrified envoy shuddered. Remembering the temperamental Daimyō, he gritted his teeth, dropped straight to his knees, and begged Shingetsu and Chinatsu for mercy. Meanwhile,