17 – Episode 17. Bring the Runaway Ninja (2)
I immediately used the technique of ninja disguise, put on the newly bought ninja suit, and followed Jina.
If there is a knight who has business with Jina, it can only be the Steel Crab Brigade from the “Jina’s Shoulder Bread Snowball Incident”.
And those guys are not knights, but samurais, so I don’t know what they might do.
Swish-
Quietly, I sneaked up to Jina’s house, taking cover in the shadow.
There were two samurais standing in front of the door, and after a quick check of their faces hidden under the helmets, it seemed that they were members of the Steel Crab Brigade.
Honestly, I don’t remember what they look like, but it’s probably them.
Shouldn’t I confirm after killing the samurai?
“Father! W-Why are you doing this, knights?”
Jina’s voice echoed inside the house.
“Jina, it’s been a while. You’ve been treated well by your wonderful father. He said your cooking skills are excellent.”
It was that Irene who introduced herself as the captain of the knights.
“I already apologized back then. Wasn’t it over? Why did you come to our house…”
“J-Jina! It’s rude to say such things! Knights, I apologize. Jina is still young and doesn’t understand the ways of the world. Please forgive her with a generous heart.”
Jina’s father’s voice, which I hadn’t heard in a long time, was filled with fear and dread.
Did they frighten the innocent people?
Just this alone is already a death sentence.
“What are you talking about? It’s not like that. We just came to observe the lives of commoners while taking a break. And also to formally apologize sincerely for the unfortunate incident involving Jina.”
“…You don’t have to do that. It’s already over. This is the house where my father and I live alone. I’m quite surprised that you came and stayed without me. I think you should leave now.”
Jina spoke calmly, as if she was very angry.
I want to believe that her father didn’t experience anything strange during those few days, but it’s less likely than a butterfly not eating the cheese in front of it for a spinster to not bother a middle-aged man.
Still, I want to think that he didn’t suffer any major trouble because they say that you become weaker after giving birth.
How far has the contraceptive technology in this world advanced?
The technology depends on my father’s chastity.
“I see. So you served us poisoned food for that reason?”
“What?! What on earth are you talking about?!”
Is this the way of the samurai’s anger?
“Look at this. There’s poison in the food, isn’t there? Children, disarm them.”
“Jina! No! Knights! This can’t happen!”
Thud!
As the sound of something being poured could be heard, mixed with Jina’s father’s crying scream, someone knelt under forced pressure.
“Is, is it okay to do this? You’re knights.”
“Being a knight… It’s a difficult profession. Honor, loyalty, bravery… They force us to uphold those things as knights. How many knights do you think actually uphold them? Knights are humans too. They have suppressed anger due to the imposed order, and sometimes they need to release it.”
“Kn, knight. Could you just end it with my life? Jina is still too young. Yes, that’s right. It’s my fault for serving poisoned food…”
Even without seeing it directly, I could feel how desperately Jina’s father was begging.
“It’s… a shame about your father. Who would have known that Jina’s father would be such a handsome man? I thought he was my older brother at first.”
“I made a mistake. I’m sorry, knights. I really messed up. If you command me, I’ll do anything. Please spare my father and my life. I beg you.”
Enhanced hearing, strengthened by the increased mana, accurately captured even the sound of tears falling.
“What did you do wrong? Hitting Reyna’s shoulder? Hah, how amusing. Is it because of something like that? It’s just a mistake in our eyes. But why did you come so late? We thought you ran away. Still, you spent a few days getting food at a handsome man’s house, wasn’t that nice?”
“Ugh… please…”
“You’re not like an adventurer from that guild or the third son of a viscount, who has no backing at all, right? No one listens to the words of such a person. We don’t care when you die. We’ve done it more than once or twice, so we know well. It’s so funny to see that expression on your face. Should I slowly kill your father first?”
Shhh.
“In the next life, be born as someone useful. You damn commoners.”
In the world of samurais, there is a culture called ‘Tsujigiru’.
It refers to the act of randomly cutting down the people to test the performance of a newly bought sword, and samurais naturally engage in this madness, just like eating, sleeping, and going about their daily lives.
What these bastards are doing is no different from Tsujigiru.
Killing the people to relieve stress after a sigh, it’s a madness that I can’t even imagine.
If there were an arcade in the fantasy world, would things have been a little better?
No, even so, it is clear that these years will continue to commit murder as if it were natural.
Understanding the mindset of the samurai is impossible unless you are the God of War.
So the samurai must disappear.
Bang!
“What’s that sound?”
After kicking down the roof, I infiltrated the house.
There’s no time, so whether it’s strategy or tactics, I just have to go in and kill them all.
If they’re knights, they would definitely prefer to gather together and fight rather than scatter and run away.
It’s the perfect opportunity to test the new power I’ve acquired.
Shh!
First, I smashed the only light fixture with a dagger.
The startled cries of the samurai, who were taken aback by the sudden power outage, echoed.
Judging by the sound of them immediately raising their weapons, they can be called warriors.
I threw a dagger to lightly restrain the samurai closest to me.
Thud!
“What the…?”
Huh?
The dagger pierced through the samurai’s helmet and lodged into his head.
The samurai fell, pouring out blood like a victim in a cheap horror movie.
“What is this?”
I blurted out nonsense, completely unexpected by the result.
Is this Delamion’s gift? Has it become excessively strong?
No, I must calm down.
It’s not that impressive.
According to the records, the super ninjas are said to have used the technique of orbital bombardment when destroying the Nazi’s massive battleship.
“The Ninja Destruction Technique.”
I calmly rushed towards the next samurai.
A samurai with a short haircut, raising her shield with eyes that haven’t yet adapted to the darkness.
Crunch!
“Ah!”
My fist pierced through her shield and struck her abdomen.
This is truly unbelievable.
Perhaps the experience points given by Delamion were far beyond imagination.
Could it be that the monster possessed unexpectedly excellent swordsmanship?
Thump!
Puff, puff, puff!
“Crack…”
I kicked away the shield with a hole in it, and with my dagger, I precisely stabbed her head, chest, and abdomen.
Her body, covered in plate armor, sank like a sinkhole had formed.
This is the level of a fearsome ninja.
“Hey! Raise your shields and charge! We have the numerical advantage, so block them from leaving the house!”
Aileen shouted out her command.
It seemed that the two samurais outside had joined in, as about ten trashy individuals stormed the defensive position.
“Ninja surround.”
The numerical advantage is not yours alone.
I can create at least ten afterimages-
Shasha-shasha-shasha-shack-
“Huh?”
What the hell?
It seems like there are at least twenty created afterimages.
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The sudden power-up confuses the ninjas.
“Lea-leader!”
“What the hell is this….”
“There are more infiltrators!”
Taking advantage of the enemies’ confusion, they must first evacuate the civilians.
They found two women huddled together in a corner.
“W-who are you- ah!”
Clang!
There is no time or reason to explain.
I smashed the window with a jet kick and threw them out.
Since the area around the house was all grass, they would land safely.
Now, all that was left was to easily deal with the samurai.
“These, these things are not human! They just disappear when you stab them!”
“It’s wicked sorcery!”
The screams of the frightened samurai are always sweet.
To calm my brain, which was intoxicated with excitement, I let out a shout.
“Wazab*tch!!!”
Now, with these bastards, there’s no need for strategy.
Damn it, no one can stop me!
I charged at the samurai’s shields.
“Ninja Hex Pascal Kick.”
I kicked while maintaining speed.
Kwang!
“aaah!”
“Crack~!”
“Huh-hat!?”
The shields and samurai burst apart.
The ease with which a person breaks like soft tofu is, in some ways, a mockery of life.
But I believe it’s a fitting punishment for samurai who have violated the dignity of life.
“Hee, Hiyaaah!”
I followed the knights, who were retreating in fear, and unleashed merciless blows.
Wow, when I punched their heads, their helmets flew off.
The samurais, who were nothing but weaklings, turned into lifeless bodies.
It’s only natural to exterminate these rats that bring disease.
Without feeling any guilt, I smashed them into a mess.
Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo!
“Nin?”
“This crazy bastard! He’s a lunatic!”
With terror and anger, Irene’s rapier, her poker face shattered, shot towards me.
Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo!
From right to left, then back to the left, her hand teased me as if it was going to move straight, but instead drew a line.
Irene mixed irregular attacks in between, pretending to repeat the same pattern.
Every time she swung her magic sword, red light emitted from it.
It was supposed to be a threatening technique, but it felt so damn slow that I could see every single movement.
I got angry without realizing it, as if I was a personal trainer teaching a beginner, and struck her with a precise blow.
Where do you think you can relax right now?
“You’re too slow.”
Thunk!
“Ow!”
Irene, with a bruise the size of a fist on her forehead, staggered and sat down.
Even in that state, it was samurai-like of her not to let go of her rapier.
Drip, drip, drip.
An unknown liquid oozed out and dampened Irene’s lower region.
“This brat? She’s pissing herself! Is the captain of the knights pissing herself like a little brat?”
The remaining two samurais dropped their weapons and tried to run away, but I sent a throwing knife their way to send them to hell together.
“Euhuhu… What the hell…”
Stepping firmly, I approached Irene with the widest stride possible to instill fear.
The one who made the people shed blood and tears should be punished with even greater suffering.
“Stand up straight.”
“…”
“I said, stand up.”
Unable to forgive the dark villain’s words, I intercepted the helmet and landed another blow.
Irene immediately sat back down.
“Uwaaa-!”
“Quiet down!”
It was too noisy, so instead of a sedative, I poured a dose of authority into her stomach.
“Ugh…!”
Considering she’s still not completely broken, this woman must be quite sturdy.
To Orphe, the profession of a knight was said to involve deadly training from a young age.
Judging by the fact that other samurais were blown away in one hit, I think Aileen must be quite strong.
If she hadn’t switched to being a samurai, she could have become a 1.0 Delamion, even stronger.
But she gave up on being human and fell into corruption.
For a corrupted warrior, there is only death.
“I’ll say it one last time. Stand up straight, Aileen.”
Aileen, with her dampened and sweaty lower body, stood up. Her rapier trembled.
“Come here.”
The two large bumps on her forehead were just like the horns of a demon.
A visual that symbolizes the cooperative relationship between samurais and demons.
“Come at me again. If you run away or commit suicide, I’ll kill you.”
“I-I am a disciple of Yugyeom’s Black Sword. If you kill me-“
“What the hell is that, you damn fool?”
I think I’ve heard that name somewhere before. Was it one of the Seven Black Swords?
Since he’s going to die anyway, his name isn’t important.
“If I have to tell you one more time, I’ll add a hundred shurikens.”
Aileen shed tears that seemed to express her injustice.
Are these crocodile tears?
To simply mimic the sincere tears of the people, as a samurai, is an act of disrespect towards the people.
“Uwaaah!”
Irene, running with tears and urine flying around.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…
As expected, she was too slow.
I couldn’t even find the Ninja Village on Earth, let alone receive education there.
But this girl, even though it was clear she had received private lessons under a professional instructor for decades, her skills were only at this level.
Irene, the bone breaker of definite parents. I can’t stand this.
“Are you kidding me, seriously.”
Like taking cheese from a mouse’s mouth, I took the rapier from Irene’s hand.
Snap!
“That, that black…!”
I broke it into two pieces.
With a sizzle, Irene’s lightsaber completely lost power.
“Just because you’re playing with this kind of brat toy, doesn’t mean your skills aren’t lacking!”
I grabbed Irene’s hair, still in the same position after being disarmed, and shook it a few times before giving her a kiss on the ground.
Crunch!
“Ugh…”
I pulled down Irene’s pants, revealing her wet and moist cheeks.
Not wanting to hit her with my hand, I struck her with a broken piece of wood nearby.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
“aaah!”
“Your parents! How much money did they invest to make someone like you, a crybaby bedwetter?! Huh?! And yet, with such limited skills, you dare to make a fuss and do something despicable to Jina’s father?!”
This is a requiem for Shinnobin from Earth, who couldn’t make it to the Ninja Village until the end.
To add rhythm, I occasionally hit Irene on the head.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
“…”
In the midst of the chaotic beating, Irene found herself in Buddha’s embrace.
“Hmm.”
Perhaps the time of enlightenment has come; my mind is calm.
I must have lost my sanity due to the anger towards Irene, who is both weak and has gained new power.
However, expressing hatred towards evil is justified.
It is an undeniable fact that anger towards injustice forms the foundation of justice.
But what should I do about this?
“Nin?!”
A good idea came to mind.
This world is a dreadful place where the concept of ninja does not exist.
Naturally, there is no fear of ninjas, let alone reverence for runaway ninjas. That’s why such incidents happen frequently.
This cannot be tolerated.
I must inform all the Yasayo (refer to Episode 16).
Your assigned ninja is here.
With determination, he rushed towards Aileen.
***
“Screaaam!”
The cry of a single nymph shattered the slumbering city of Martolan, exhausted from the festival that had lasted until dawn.
“Ugh…”
“What on earth…”
The city guards, who hurriedly ran to the scene, witnessed the tragic sight of women’s corpses piled up in front of the fountain.
“Huh? This armor… Isn’t it from the Ironclad Knights?”
“What does it say here?”
One of the guards approached, covering his nose, and held up a piece of paper that was placed on top of a corpse.
– Whoever wields violence against innocent people, it doesn’t matter who they are. I, the runaway ninja, will punish them with death.
Those words were written on the blood-stained, crumpled paper.