"How dare you! Are you trying to rebel?"
Nadare Rōga stepped forward, his face cold, and roared at the crowd.
At the sight of the frenzied crowd and the wooden placards covered with the name Ōtsutsuki, his vision went black, and he nearly collapsed.
Well, well, you really are a talented bunch!
The top boss visits for the first time, and you pull something like this.
You want us dead, is that it?
"Lord Nadare, Lord Xuandou, we aren't trying to rebel... We just want to ask why you're attacking the gentlemen from the sect."
An old woman with a deeply wrinkled face spoke up agitatedly.
"The gentlemen from the sect are all kind people."
"Apart from Master Xuandou, you won't find anyone in this world as good as the gentlemen from the church."
"They give us food for free and treat our illnesses for free... Good people deserve good things. Why are you ninjas targeting them?"
"That's right! Why are you targeting them?"
"Let them go! Let them go!"
The people at the village entrance chimed in one after another, praising the virtues of the Ōtsutsuki Sect.
Their intentions were plain: they wanted the arrested members of the Ōtsutsuki Sect released and the sect recognized as legitimate.
"A bunch of unruly peasants!"
Nadare Rōga ground his teeth with an audible creak and shouted to the armored ninjas of the Land of Snow.
"Beat them! Beat them hard! Kill one, so be it! Kill two, so be it!"
"Put it all on my head, Nadare Rōga's..."
The ninjas of the Land of Snow exchanged glances, then let go of the bound prisoners they were holding. They rubbed their fists and loosened their limbs, itching to act.
"Come on, beat us to death! If I so much as blink, I lose!"