4 – Episode 4: The Corrupted Ninja Village (3)
132 stroked his hairless head with his rough right hand.
The smooth sensation calmed his mind and body.
As time went by, the habit of checking how many precious hopes were left by the strand became ingrained.
People adapt even to loss.
“…”
He looked into the eyes of his disciples, who had no connection to him. Their hazy eyes, clouded by drugs, were unpleasant.
Sacred and holy rituals, the tradition of Sagar’s tail, trust built through shared experiences.
No matter how it was packaged with fancy words, that behavior was always unpleasant.
They say that even terrible things become memories over time. But he could confidently say that it was nothing but a blatant deception that only those who hadn’t experienced truly terrible things could say.
– eee, eeya!
Eight years ago, in a place just like this, 132 slit the throat of a young girl.
The child was unusually small, and her hands were tiny.
132 couldn’t meet the girl’s eyes until her breath was cut off.
To forget the discomfort that never went away when holding a knife, 132 learned martial arts.
The feeling of relief came when breaking the neck of the first target designated by the tail of a magpie.
After that, it was easy.
Wait for the target’s personal information, confirm the information, kill the target, and get paid.
The money received is used for high-end equipment and a luxurious lifestyle. This series of processes repeated in the same way.
The leader was right. Eventually, it became enjoyable, and once it became familiar, it became something to be proud of.
But this place forcibly brought up unpleasant memories. 132 wanted to believe.
At the time, it was because of the drug mixed in the scent. It was an act committed involuntarily, regardless of one’s heart. But this place says otherwise.
Now, having tried countless drugs, I know. The scent was not strong. It’s just a stress reliever rolling on the market floor.
This fog is not a potion that induces hallucinations to make murder easier.
It was inevitable to survive. It is a placebo that gives an excuse to those who couldn’t find a proper excuse like “This is not a human” to evade the truth.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wow!”
One of the aspiring assassins finished his self-hint and raised a dagger above his head.
A foolish posture with no trace of efficiency, but there was no problem in taking a person’s life.
Life is so light.
All eyes were on him.
“Starting with this guy, everyone will go wild.”
That was the moment when 132 thought that.
Splat!
A short sword, extending through the fog, shattered the incense burner.
Clang!
A thick scent spread indiscriminately from the broken incense burner.
Unlike before, it was enough to obstruct the field of vision. When everyone was frozen in confusion, a second incense burner exploded.
Boom!
“What the f*ck! Who the hell is it!”
132 deliberately shouted to wake up the other officers.
At the same time, he quickly checked the faces of the potential assassins. Seeing them covering their noses and cowering from the suddenly spreading scent, it was clear that it wasn’t a rebellion.
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“Someone launched a surprise attack? Using the tail of a scorpion?”
It was an absurdly stupid idea.
The organization that gathered the best assassins in the Irugal Kingdom was being ambushed?
Compared to the top-notch superhumans, it might be nothing, but it was still a place where skilled individuals gathered for surprise attacks and assassinations.
– Watch out!
132’s mind became hazy at the sound of battle cries coming from somewhere.
***
What is the way for a minority to face a majority?
First, there would be the tactic of encirclement and annihilation, developed in the ninja homeland.
It is a simple yet elegant tactic to surround and annihilate 5,000 enemy troops with only 300 soldiers.
Unfortunately, I am the only one with usable power at the moment.
With my ability of 568, it was clear that no matter what I did, I would turn into a bloody mess within 5 seconds.
In the current state, we must definitely launch a surprise attack and drag them into a chaotic battle.
A lone ninja becoming an army of one, fighting a chaotic battle in the ninja village. It truly is romantic.
Including the masked girl, there are a total of 18 instructors, and except for the strongest masked girl and Kakkashi, they all look similar. Well, even the bald instructor is not to be underestimated.
All the instructors must excel in killing techniques and experience, but their absolute mana levels seemed low.
That masked girl, honestly, is no different from a puppy playing king at a dog cafe.
The third-rate ninjas trying to use their sword skills from behind cannot overcome the overwhelming difference in power.
So, this battle is my victory.
When the attention of the aspiring ninjas was focused on the howling ninja, I immediately sprang forward, snatched daggers from the hands of four candidates, and swiftly shot two of them into the brazier.
The bald instructor looked around with suspicion, but there’s no way a third-rate like him could see through my illusion.
“Ogeok!”
“Kkureureuk!”
My pair of daggers danced as they sliced the throats of four instructors.
Killing trash like them was nothing special.
The method of stabbing first and quickly retrieving the weapon to prepare for a follow-up attack is actually very helpful.
I have to admit, Kakkashi’s advice is excellent. First, disable their arms or legs, then deliver a fatal blow to their vital points, and most mediocre opponents are finished.
– Wazabwaet!
To amplify the confusion, I infused mana and released my spirit.
The masked woman stood up to assess the situation, and in that moment, her heart was targeted as a throwing knife was launched.
Thunk!
The masked woman swiftly drew a sharp dagger from somewhere and deflected the throwing knife.
Her reaction was not based on seeing or reading the movement.
It was her third instinct, honed by countless experiences, that instinctively blocked the attack.
Even though she was rotten to the core, she seemed qualified to be the leader of the trash ninja village.
However, she had only bought herself some time to close the distance. Immediately, she delivered a powerful blow to the abdomen.
“Ugh!”
The masked woman, perhaps attempting to use a unique technique, quickly crouched down and changed to a defensive stance.
But there was no way she could withstand the force of a runaway locomotive like Thomas the Tank Engine.
Thud!
The masked woman was thrown back and leaned against the wall.
Her balance was shaken, causing her pupils to tremble. I immediately thrust the dagger into her stomach.
“Suck!”
The masked woman grabbed my right hand, which was holding the dagger, and twisted it.
Damn it, using jujitsu, huh? It was my mistake not considering the possibility of a skilled woman with short hair.
But there was no escaping a runaway ninja.
First, I dropped the dagger and pretended to withdraw my arm, then delivered a blow.
Whack!
“Ugh…”
The masked woman’s arms, dripping with blood, grew weak.
Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed her arms and pierced her skull with the index finger of my other hand.
“-Takoyaki Killer Technique.”
Although my fingertips felt a bit numb, I could endure it.
“…Snap.”
Confirming her eyes rolling back, I took the masked woman’s dagger and threw it at the head of a groundling rushing to support her.
He was confused by the pungent smell and tried to determine the source of the sound, but it was too late.
The groundling fell to the ground with a knife lodged in his head, powerless.
“Nin-nin.”
In the end, this is the extent of it. At best, he probably only has experience in ambushing opponents slightly stronger than himself. Tricks of the sewage are meaningless in the face of overwhelming power and talent.
Given the inherent weakness of third-rate ninjas who become even weaker in a full-on battle, they can never defeat me.
The groundling instructor raised the longsword he was holding.
There are 12 instructors left. It hasn’t even been two minutes, but I’ve already killed six of them.
However, if there are instructors with skills comparable to the Ninja Arts, it’s too early to let my guard down. The results I gained were only from the element of surprise.
Now that the major variable, the masked woman, is dead, I can slowly find Kakashi.
“You, you bastard!”
“Where are you? I can’t see you!”
One by one, like falling leaves, the bastards collapsed.
Among the instructors, there were also those who used shadow clones to approach me.
I easily saw through their deception and swiftly dealt with them.
Bam!
“No, damn it.”
Just like that, after killing six people and five more, a massive boulder flew in my direction.
After skillfully dodging it like a flying swallow, I checked the direction from which the boulder came.
“567!”
Of course, only the bald instructor could do such crazy things.
I could tell just by looking at him, armed with gauntlets, greaves, and a helmet, that he was tough.
Indeed, this guy should have been a professional wrestler.
Dealing with someone who came fully equipped like this would take too long.
“Don’t you understand the situation? 567 is killing the instructors. The instructors are falling! They’re just dying! Just becoming corpses!”
Somewhere, I heard 568’s voice.
It seems that the scent of blood is starting to get to him, as he must have confirmed that the instructors are dead.
“Do you want to live like this your whole life?! Snap out of it and help 567 fight the instructors! Or else we’re all going to die right here!”
It’s a fitting incitement. If the candidates can just buy some time, they can easily devour the bald one like a piece of cake.
“sh*t, damn it!”
“Yeah, those bastards are in trouble!”
“Kill them!”
The candidates, who have regained the emotion of “anger,” surrounded the instructors who were in the middle of regrouping.
This is a true encirclement and annihilation formation.
In the midst of this unexpected situation, the bald instructor and I locked eyes. I have only one thing to say.
“Wabarat!”