"Deputy Clan Head, have you found it yet?"
The clansmen carrying Takahashi Yū behind him asked impatiently.
"What's the rush? The Otherworld's Land of Water isn't quite the same as ours."
Wuren kept "scouting" their surroundings, "bobbing his head."
"What's different about it?"
Looking at the exact same damp trees, the exact same vines, moss, and slippery epiphytes growing on the trees, a clansman couldn't help complaining.
"What if Big Bro wakes up and finds there's no one to fight?"
The clansman holding up Takahashi Yū's head asked cautiously.
"He won't beat us up, will he?"
The clansman supporting Takahashi Yū's sturdy back with both hands chimed in.
"Now that would be exciting!"
Damn it! Why are my clansmen still so stupid?
Leading the way, Wuren pushed aside the thick bushes in front of him and silently grumbled to himself.
But... that does sound pretty exciting! Hehe~
Wuren shook his head, casting that perverse thought aside, when his sharp eyes suddenly spotted a figure carrying a basket on his back.
"Wait! Old man! Stop!"
The Kaguya Deputy Clan Head, who had always insisted on being strong, ultimately chose to ask for directions.
The villager, chronically malnourished and with failing eyesight, was diligently gathering edible wild greens in the dense forest.
He heard a rude shout, and when he looked up, he found himself surrounded by dozens of burly men.
"Gentlemen... honored ninja..."
"Spare me!"
A thousand words condensed into a single plea for mercy, brimming with genuine feeling, fearful reverence, and a desperate fear of death.
His legs gave out, and he crumpled to the ground. The villager could only curse his bad luck. In the Land of Water, the consequences of being stopped by ninja went without saying.
He only regretted not stopping by to greet the