"What's wrong, Lord Mui?"
After seeing Mui slowly approach a spot and then return expressionlessly, several nearby ninja spoke up to ask.
"Nothing. I've been a little sensitive lately."
Mui waved a hand and spoke casually.
"Of course. You are sending your own child, after all."
A ninja wearing a sheep mask let out a laugh with an inscrutable meaning.
At the same time, his eyes gleamed with greed as he looked at the Box of Ultimate Bliss in the center. "But... sacrifices like these are unavoidable for the rise of the Land of Grass."
"Yes."
Mui answered briefly, his face still expressionless.
"I wonder... is Muku ready?"
Seeing this, the ninja wearing an ox mask also leaned closer. "These consequences... we should let Muku know beforehand."
"Let him know?"
Sheep Mask smiled faintly, his voice carrying a trace of contempt. "If he knew that not a single ninja who entered the Box of Ultimate Bliss had ever returned alive..."
"Would he still go in?"
Ox Mask lowered his head and fell silent.
Indeed, if Muku knew, it was entirely possible that this trip into the Box of Ultimate Bliss would be canceled at the last minute.
And Muku... was the most talented ninja they had had in Hozuki Castle in recent years.
If he entered the Box of Ultimate Bliss, he was very likely to satisfy its requirements.
When that happened, the Land of Grass would rule the entire Shinobi World once more.
"Rest assured, elders. Muku will definitely give himself to the Box of Ultimate Bliss."
Mui spoke coldly from the side.
It was as though the person who would soon go to his death was not his son, but a complete stranger.
"Your dedication is truly remarkable, Lord Mui... it seems the day of the Land of