Konoha no Wanderer

Rights, in most cases, do not make people free from fear of death.

but.Power can make almost anyone in power temporarily forget their fear.

Get used to using rules, getting used to revising rules, getting used to playing with rules.

In the end, I lost my due respect.

Of course, most of them lived well until they died.

It's just that some unlucky bastards happened to be in time at that damn time.

Therefore, the death of this group of people is often very tragic, because they have successfully inherited all the hatred of their predecessors.

Among these damn bastards was a certain Minister of Bird Country.That was the guy who was very curious and asked who Shiraishi was.

At this moment, his upper body was lying on the ground, his eyes looking at the soles of his shoes in confusion.

Blood, mixed with digestion, slowly flowed and seeped into the gaps in the floor made of sandalwood.

After a brief daze, the minister screamed miserably.While screaming, he tried to drag his upper body with his hands to connect with his lower body.

"I don't want the doctor to die, call the doctor quickly."

He grabbed his own entrails scattered on the ground and stuffed them haphazardly back into his belly.

"Someone come and save me, Yizuo, help me."

Looking around, the minister reached out and grabbed someone's trouser leg.He raised his head and stared at the other person with a pair of red eyes.

"You are here to save me. I'm not the only one who has been smoked. Why? Why?"

"Shut up, Hirabayashi Zhangyi, you are such a mouthful."

Pulling his legs apart, Yasaku tried to move his body back, trying to get further away from the dying man.

But who would have known that with just this movement, Hirabayashi Joichi's upper body would be pulled out a little further by him.

The internal organs flowed out of this guy's body again.

Horrified, Hirabayashi Joichi quickly let go and moved back to his original position, as if he knew that he was destined to die. He yelled hysterically at the man standing in front of the daimyo:

"Why me? They all did it too, why me?"

The aroma of sandalwood mixed with the smell of blood and putrid smell stimulated every olfactory cell of people. The dancers and musicians hiding in the corner were so frightened by the sight and smell that they vomited on the spot.

The civil servants were not much better, they were all retching with pale faces.

Even most of the warriors looked extremely ugly. They suppressed the disgust in their hearts and maintained the dignity of the warriors.

No one saw how Shiraishi did it. In their eyes, this man who suddenly transformed into a god of death just appeared in the middle of the daimyo's team in an instant.

Then, Hirabayashi Joichi, who was a little far away from the center, turned into what he looked like on the ground.

"Are you afraid?"

Questioning without any emotion, Shiraishi stood in front of the Daimyo of Tori Country, looking coldly at the old fat man with the strange fan hat on his head, waiting for the other party's answer.

"What are you afraid of? No, no, no, I'm afraid, I'm afraid."

Although I don't know what answer the other party wants, but in this case, going by what they said, the Daimyo of Tori Country still has this discernment.

"What's going on with these boys?"

"I don't know. Meng Zong brought it. I don't know the rest."

Listening to the screams of his courtiers, the daimyo shook his head repeatedly and directly dismissed all issues related to the danger to his life.

Unfortunately, he encountered Shiraishi.

A man who is very reasonable, but also very unreasonable.

As a result, in just two breaths, a dozen people from the daimyo camp were cut in half by this white-haired man almost at the same time.

Everyone was stunned. No one expected that the other party would directly choose to take action without saying a word after asking the question.

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Screams, howls, and insults resounded throughout the dark layer one after another.

Hirabayashi Joichi, who was already in a state of mental confusion, looked at Yasaku, who was also cut into two pieces like himself, and laughed nervously.

"That's right. How can I die alone?"

More than a dozen people were dragging half of their bodies while holding the other half of their bodies, wailing in pain.

This kind of scene, which was even more tragic than the battlefield, made Stork, who had been born in the upper class since childhood, unable to bear it. He suppressed the nausea and fear in his heart and roared:

"They are indeed unpardonable, but what is the difference between you and them?"

After exiting the ghoul transformation and returning to normal, Shiraishi ignored Stork's words.He endured the pain and stabbed the daimyo's abdomen, which was already half lying on the ground, with a folding bayonet that had been curled into shape.

The fat man, who had already become incontinent, let out a cry that sounded like a slaughtering pig.

With tears streaming down his face, he looked at his son in pain, and his son was also crying and roaring at this moment.

Out of desire for life, the daimyo of the Bird Country used his fat hands to grab the knife that was trying to cut open his abdomen.

He is usually used to touching women's fat hands, but the strength he displayed at this moment was astonishing.This seemingly weak daimyo actually broke the badly damaged folding bayonet in Shiraishi's hand with both hands.

But precisely because of the excessive strength of his hand, the stupid superior didn't have time to restrain his strength, and the hands holding the broken blade actually scratched his lower abdomen.

A dramatic scene appeared in front of me.

The daimyo himself cut open his own abdomen with a broken blade, as if a samurai had committed seppuku in order to apologize.

"You should be afraid."

Shiraishi looked at the daimyo at his feet, whose face had been twisted into a mass of paste due to pain, and said a meaningless sentence with a cold face.

Then, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the stork, as if he didn't hear the other party's various questions, and continued:

"Where is Meng Zong."

"I won't tell cough"

Before the stork could finish his words, Bai Shi had already arrived in front of him in an instant.The rough hands like iron gripped the throat of the daimyo's son. Now, he was not very interested in playing tricks or playing games with him.

The man looked in the direction of Mihara Yosuke, and his eyes had clearly told him what he was thinking.

Either you say it or he dies.

"If my guess is correct and according to the procedures, Meng Zong should still be near the castle tower." Yosuke, who was covered in sweat, said nervously, "We really don't know about this matter. We'll arrange it on the other side of the outer wall. There are very few people. Moreover, it is not easy to convey information from the outer wall to the inside of the castle tower."

After hearing Yosuke's words, Shiraishi let go of his right hand and took a few steps to come to him. He took out the katana from the opponent's waist and held it in his hand.

"When the notification goes out, it will be said that the assassin has been executed. The daimyo requests the eminent monk of Meng Zong to come and witness the passing of the throne."

These words made Yosuke inadvertently swallow his throat.He instinctively looked towards his master, only to see that he was still covering his throat and coughing painfully.

He was smart enough to know that he had no choice.

The gap in strength determines that they cannot solve the problem through negotiations.

"it is good."

He lowered his head slightly knowingly. As the stork's right-hand man, Mihara Yosuke ignored the stork's eyes and stepped step by step across the floor full of blood and internal organs, arriving in front of the daimyo who was still screaming.

As a samurai, he bowed apologetically to the other party, then knelt down and retrieved a fan from the other party's sleeve.

It was a fan that could only be owned by a daimyo, and it also represented a symbol of power.

After getting the fan, Yosuke with a determined expression left the hell-like fifth floor of the castle tower alone.

When he reached the sixth floor, he unfolded the blood-stained daimyo fan in his hand and raised it high above his head, shouting loudly:

"The assassin has been killed by Lord Stork, and the daimyo asked the eminent monk Meng Zong to come and witness the passing of the throne."

On the sixth floor, some people are using their sword skills, some are still wrestling with each other, and some are even close to subduing each other.However, from the moment Mihara Yosuke yelled that he wanted to pass on the throne.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Some of them knew Yosuke, some didn't.

But this is not important. What is important is that the Daming Fan, which can only be held by the daimyo, is now held by the other party.

"Send the order, the assassin has been killed by Lord Stork, and the daimyo requests the eminent monk of Meng Zong to come and witness the passing of the throne."

Seeing that these people were still in a daze, Yosuke took a deep breath and roared out his order again.

"Quickly pass the order"

"The assassin has been ordered"

Finally, someone reacted first from the shock. They pushed their teammates who had not yet reacted and shouted orders at the same time.

Wave after wave of shouts drowned out the sounds of fighting.

Gradually, the sound of fighting disappeared, leaving only the irregular shouting of dozens of people.

"The messenger assassin has been assisted by Lord Stork, and the daimyo asked the eminent monk Meng Zong to come and witness the throne."

"Sir, why is this coup so fast?"

After the eight Meng Zong people who were still standing at the outer wall heard the movement in the castle tower, the leading guard among them said:

"It only took about ten minutes, and the stork succeeded in his coup."

"Haha, that's fine, let me be the witness." Meng Zong listened to the orders repeated over and over again in the castle tower, slightly opening his eyes and showing a smile.

"With the new king taking the throne and the market being unstable, we have more room for maneuver."

"But the assassin who went in earlier was obviously a ninja. How did they catch that ninja?"

The guard was still a little worried and asked: "How did they, a group of warriors who can't control chakra, catch that ninja."

"Haha, let me tell you, Jiuzaku, have you been acting for too long and you have forgotten our own identities?"

Meng Zong smiled calmly and acted as if he had everything under control.

"There are eight of us here, what are we afraid of?"