"Attack the daimyo? No, you're wrong, terribly wrong." Naoki Senju pointed to the daimyo's residence in the distance and said:
"The rebel leader from the Land of Fire, Kazuma, and his accomplices committed the heinous act of assassinating the daimyo. They were later personally killed by the high-ranking monk Jiriku of the Fire Temple Chiriku, Twelve Guardian Ninja were disbanded. This is the true story. Master Chiriku, please."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding Wood Release came into play, wrapping around the barrier in layers. The Lightning Release barrier, which was originally able to block Wood Release, was forced to burst under the pressure in just over ten seconds, even though Naoki Senju was not holding back.
Even Kitane's most important weapon, the lightning-attribute Chakra staff, was crushed into fragments by the Wood Release. At this moment, Kitane was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.
The Twelve Guardian Ninja inside the barrier were already prepared to escape, except for Kazuma eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Naoki Senju.
The moment the barrier shattered and the escape began, their bodies, against their will, fell forward in a synchronized, flat-ground tumble. Kazuma lunged at Naoki Senju, fared the worst, losing several teeth in the fall—a truly pitiful sight.
"To prevent Kazuma and his accomplices from escaping capture, it's understandable that the Konoha Anbu, representing justice, would use some pollen-based sleeping pills."
This lame joke is obviously not funny. Although Chiriku is unwilling to become an accomplice, Naoki Senju will definitely not give him a choice.
Under Naoki Senju's control, tree branches wrapped around the wrists of the ten Guardian Ninja, excluding Chiriku and Asuma, suspending them in the air.
The Twelve Guardian Ninja, who had been poisoned by the pollen of the World of Flowering Trees, were now completely powerless, hanging on the tree like limp noodles, without even the strength to greet Chiriku and Naoki Senju's ancestors.
Naoki took a Kunai from his ninja tool pouch at his waist, tossed it to Chiriku, and reminded him:
"Master Chiriku is a clever man, so he cooperated with my plan and killed Kazuma and his accomplices, so that those who were unaware of the situation could live."
Unaware... Chiriku glanced at Asuma, whose breath was growing weaker and weaker; Asuma was the only one unaware...
Chiriku gripped the Kunai in his hand and slowly walked towards Kazuma, who was hanging in the air. The sharp, smooth Kunai reflected Chiriku's pained and conflicted expression.
He knew that if he killed Kazuma, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire would also lose his life, and Kazuma and the others would be branded as traitors even after their deaths.
Even if he didn't act, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire would surely die, and Asuma would be silenced. The only difference was that the man in the Anbu uniform needed a scapegoat to extricate himself from the situation...
"If I choose to cooperate with you, can you guarantee that Asuma will be spared?" Chiriku asked in a deep voice. He couldn't let Asuma die here, as that would only deepen the conflict between the Land of Fire and Konoha.
"I can guarantee his safety." Naoki Senju answered casually, arms crossed... Sure enough Wood Clone encountered Root ninjas in Daimyo's mansion. Danzo, you're next!
"Alright! I hope the Senju Clan ninja will keep their promise."
Chiriku squeezed out the last of his Chakra to support himself as he walked to Kazuma. He took one last look at Kazuma eyes were filled with despair, then closed his eyes and swung his Kunai.
laugh--
The scalding blood gushing from the artery stained half of Chiriku's face and his monk's robe, and coupled with Chiriku's imposing face, he resembled a wrathful Vajra worshipped in Buddhism.
"Is that enough?"
"Of course." Naoki Senju spread his five fingers, then clenched them tightly. The other nine ninjas burst instantly, like water-filled balloons, and countless scarlet bloodsplattered in all directions, turning this area into a true hell.
But it's not enough compared to the blood of the Senju Clan...
Then, Naoki Senju spread his five fingers again, and a slender branch appeared in his hand.
Chiriku wanted to stop it, but the pollen had penetrated too deeply and too much into his body. He opened his mouth, but could not make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as the wooden splinter pierced his friend's body, and his friend was nailed to the ground like a rag doll.
At the same time, a demonic voice echoed in my ears.
"I only said I would protect his life, not that I wouldn't harm him, right? Hahaha... Master Chiriku, I hope you'll keep today's secret. Only then can you protect the Fire Temple."
A surge of rage instantly filled Chiriku's heart. Those treasures he cherished had now become tools to threaten him, and he was powerless to do anything about it...
Fueled by rage, a surge of blood welled up in his chest, Chiriku finally collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer.
The Twelve Guardian Ninja of the Land of Fire, an organization used by the Daimyo to counterbalance Konoha, were completely destroyed.
Next up are the Daimyo's residence and the Root... As Naoki Senju walked, his appearance transformed into that of Kazuma, who had just been killed. If he was going to put on an act, he had to go all the way.
Naoki Senju walked unimpeded into the heavily guarded Daimyo's mansion. Within the area shrouded in pollen from the World of Flowering Trees, there were no conscious beings, except for a small area he had deliberately reserved.
After all, humans are always more willing to believe what they see with their own eyes. Chiriku's 'true confession' can only be considered a trump card to overturn the table after his acting skills were exposed, not a universal card.
This wasn't the first time Naoki Senju had entered the Daimyo's mansion. He had even beaten up the Daimyo's son before. Because the Daimyo's mansion was quite large, by the time the little brat went to the Daimyo to complain, he had already cried his eyes out, so his complaint naturally had little effect.
He walked smoothly through several corridors, stepping over the unconscious maids and guards, and arrived at the Changhe Hall of the Daming Prefecture. Nominally, it was the Daming's office, but in reality, it was a place for the Daming to have fun, with beautiful women dancing and fine wine being drunk.
Today, however, the once bustling hall was unusually quiet. A few of the faster members of the royal family were hiding inside, waiting for the Root ninjas or the Twelve Guardian Ninja to come and rescue them.
I casually pushed open the heavy bronze palace door, and a faint glimmer of light pierced through the pollen, spilling into the dimly lit hall.
Apart from the daimyō (the royal family head) sitting in the first seat to maintain basic decorum, the other members of the royal family were practically huddled together, trembling with fear.
Upon seeing someone enter from outside, they immediately cast excited glances, except for the daimyo, who covered his face with Hiōgi and did not show much excitement.
" Kazuma? What about the others?"
The daimyo sitting at the head of the table sensed something was wrong. The Root ninjas were stronger than these rogue ninjas, but no matter how many he sent, they all disappeared without a trace. Why was this weakest rogue ninja the one who had broken in alone?
"Them? Are you referring to the other Guardian Ninja, or the Root Ninja?"
" Kazuma, how dare you!"
A samurai standing next to the daimyo reprimanded Kazuma without a second thought; after all, wasn't that how it always went?
But the next moment, the samurai saw a headless corpse wearing armor and carrying a katana... wait... isn't that his own body...?
"Ahhh--"
Such a bloody scene instantly threw the hall into chaos, with screams filling the air and members of the royal family scattering in all directions. The person who started all of this merely wiped his hands calmly, as if he had not killed a person but swatted a mosquito.
" Kazuma, if you have any requests, you can tell me. From now on, you will be the leader of the Twelve Guardian Ninja of the Land of Fire, and also..."
Seeing that the wandering ninjas he once disregarded were now acting with impunity, and with the Root ninjas not around, the daimyo could no longer maintain his dignity and offered a price to beg for mercy.
"Oh? Then I want... for you to die."
The sounds of wailing, pleas for mercy, and angry curses filled the air, staining the Daming Prefecture with an indelible layer of blood.