40 – Episode 40. Savior Ninja (3)
Episode 40. Savior Ninja (3)
“Hmm.”
His eyes opened on their own, and he got up using the ninja’s awakening technique.
It felt like he had slept for about 8 hours.
He felt a bit uneasy wearing the ninja suit to bed, but his condition was good.
They did a brief warm-up with national gymnastics.
I wonder if the radar is working now?
Hmmm-
It’s working.
Now that I know there’s a usage limit, I should only use it at crucial moments.
“…Cool.”
The still-sleeping priest was crouched over like a caterpillar, looking like a hikikomori daughter who wanted to go back into her mother’s womb.
“Become a morning person.”
Clap clap~! Clap clap!
“Huh!?”
I woke up the priest with a simple clap.
I’m busy today because I’m going to eat and go straight to the altar.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Shanata. No, I did.”
Seeing her nod quickly, it seems like she slept well in my warm embrace.
The warmth of a sweet ninja is not something just anyone can receive.
“I’m hungry, so give me food.”
I politely requested my rights from her.
She said she didn’t want anything, but at least she should serve me food.
It’s basic courtesy to treat a runaway ninja who volunteers with a selfless spirit for the sake of the people.
“Wait.”
“Since you’re a hostage, we should stick together.”
I grabbed her shoulder as she tried to go out alone.
“Don’t worry, I won’t run away.”
“Who said I was worried about you running away?”
I can catch up to a cheetah, which is more than ten times faster than a priest, with my fist pounding like catching a slippery eel (potential bossintang).
Of course, as a politically correct ninja, I don’t eat bossintang.
It’s because there’s black goat stew, which tastes the same, has a reasonable price, and is hygienic.
“If you’re not held hostage, your subordinates won’t attack me.”
I’m not holding the priest hostage for no reason.
The barbarians are different from the people they’ve been protecting in many ways.
Since the most important language is different, it is necessary to show a certain degree of forcefulness in communication.
Wouldn’t it be enough if I just don’t hit them?
“Don’t worry. I told you yesterday. You came to help us. You have to follow.”
“Where is the one who follows just because you say so?”
“The priest’s command is absolute. You’ll be punished if you disobey.”
Then it doesn’t matter.
I let go of her shoulder.
She has no choice but to follow me anyway.
“But let’s remember that we’re in a cooperative relationship now. Let’s give each other trust and faith.”
More accurately, I am helping unilaterally, but I didn’t mention that explicitly.
When you feel like you’re receiving one-sided support, you become lazy. This is proven by group projects.
The priest, who was about to go outside the tent, suddenly stopped.
“You’re strong. I can feel it. But there are countless Tetra Pota Kana. Our warriors fought hard, but many died. My mother too… So it will be tough.”
Did he hastily inherit the role of the priest after his mother passed away?
Since I am a noble oblige human, I decided to boost his spirits.
“I’m an expert in annihilation. Do you know what annihilation means?”
“What?”
“It means killing a large number of enemies alone. I’ve taken down 50 monsters alone. So don’t worry too much.”
After saying that, it seems more accurate to call it “massacre” rather than “annihilation.”
Since “massacre” is such a dreadful word, let’s just stick with “annihilation.”
Sometimes a sweet lie is better than an uncomfortable truth.
“Annihilation… I’ll remember that. My name is Sanseleef. You can call me Sands.”
“That’s a really ‘cool’ nickname. Just call me Sanseleef.”
The priest suddenly introduced himself.
His name was too difficult to remember, but I nodded lightly to show my goodwill.
“What’s your name?”
“Taljoo Ninja.”
If I tell him my name is Robin, it could cause problems later.
It’s a dual identity that I worked hard to create, so I shouldn’t break it unless it’s a special situation.
“Deserting ninja. I believe it.”
“Nin-nin.”
With those words, the priest left.
Now I have at least 10 minutes of free time.
Ssssh.
I took out my ninja sword from the sheath for the first time in a while.
The red snake that Kakashi engraved on the sheath was now erased and invisible.
Kakashi.
The corrupted ninja who stole the ninja sword that belonged to my master.
– It’s been a week since I’ve seen you in this position. Number… 567? I’ll remember that. You show promise.
She came to mind after a long time.
– Are you starting to adapt? Yes, that’s right. It’s a faint shadow. Focus on my voice. Blend in with your surroundings naturally… That’s right… That’s right! Now slowly come towards my direction. That’s it. When you take my hand, it will be over… Amazing!
The only person in my life worthy of being called a master.
– You’re truly amazing. Your skills improve every time I see you. It won’t be long before you become an extraordinary person. You know that I’m keeping an eye on you, right?
Kakashi liked me especially among the other candidates.
– Don’t worry too much about being hit by Instructor 132. That person is actually nothing special. Do you know why they don’t use weapons? Just a kid… What? You’re not really curious? How funny. As I thought, you and 567 get along well.
To the point of often gossiping about others together.
– Do you get along well with partner 568? That child also has exceptional talent. You think they’re a bit lacking? hehehe. Someday, I’ll find a partner who is even more exceptional than that child. Actually… I still haven’t found a partner who matches my level. Don’t we seem quite similar, 567?
Every time we were alone, she talked to me a lot.
– You said tomorrow is the final practice, right? Don’t worry too much. It’s a small test that you’ll easily pass with your skills, 567.
I will personally recommend 567 to the leader. If the leader asks, tell them you want to learn under Instructor 385. Then it will be all set. It will be just the two of us left.
If we had met somewhere other than the tail of Sagal and if they weren’t a villain, wouldn’t we have formed a good priestly relationship?
It’s a useless assumption since they are already dead.
Putting aside memories, I focused on the Ninja Do again.
Flash, flash.
The blade that took the lives of 50 monsters and 200 Yakuzas was still sharp.
A weapon made of special metal, beyond common sense.
Soul Devourer.
Suddenly, the exclusive equipment of the Black Blade crossed my mind.
If I wield the Ninja Do and face her, can I win?
“…”
It’s uncertain.
Strength, speed, technique, equipment, mana level. The 5 elements that make up combat power.
I observed her in my own way while hunting Borerusa, but there was not a single aspect where I felt superior.
She even had a long-range attack method called “Mowachi” or something.
There are officially six warriors in the kingdom who are at a similar level as her.
Among them, there must be a samurai that I must defeat.
I had to become stronger.
Even if it was to stop the Yōkai-Nazi alliance that was rebuilt in this world.
“Food is ready!”
I heard the voice of San Serif and went outside.
First, let’s eat before we do anything else.
***
“Hey, dude.”
As soon as I saw the set table, I felt the urge to commit murder.
No matter how I think about it, these bastards didn’t treat me with a clear mind.
“It’s delicious. A rare treat. You can only get it once in a while.”
The dish that San Serif presented to me with such a confident face.
Curry made from mackerel heads, raw liver of a wild boar, stonefish stew.
It wasn’t ant eggs, but it was just as terrible.
“This is a caterpillar dish!”
That’s what it was.
These ten bastards treated me with chopped-up giant caterpillars from someplace, mixed with weeds they picked up, all served with blue gooey salad.
“This is a sin!”
I don’t want to spend a terrible time eating this kind of crap for breakfast.
I immediately flipped the table.
“Oops! What a waste!”
“Jomatiu!”
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“Desaga!”
Sandsleef and the savage tribes rolled their feet in frustration.
Suddenly, the desire to help these brats disappeared.
“This wouldn’t even satisfy a stray cat! Bring something better!”
He raised his hand to his side and yelled, “Sazahu!”
He had already eaten enough of the damn caterpillar steak, served as a full course on a skewer’s tail.
I mean, it was supposed to change color to match Orphe’s hair, which was blue.
I got so flustered that a weird metaphor popped out.
Sorry, Orphe.
“E-eat this.”
Sandsleef brought the food again.
Approaching it closely to check, it turned out to be a bat-like animal barbecue.
“Ebola virus!”
“Ack!”
He destroyed it with a roundhouse kick.
“You damn bastards! Why are you trying to spread an epidemic!”
“There’s no problem with this. It’s delicious. People in the kingdom enjoy it. I don’t understand.”
Don’t bats in this world have any germs?
Still, I didn’t want to eat an animal with such a damn ugly appearance.
“If I do this, I won’t be able to fight! I won’t be able to fight!”
Unable to tear out my hair in a ninja full set state, I tightly grabbed my hood.
Serious contemplation of future goals, ideals, and beliefs can drive a person insane when faced with a harsh reality like a back alley.
“Taljoo Ninja, calm down! What should we do?”
“Seonji Haejangguk!”
Yes, that’s it.
“Boil it. Right now.”
I swore to Buda and Hattori Hanzo that I wouldn’t move an inch until I had a normal breakfast.