A golden light flashed, and Ryun Uchiha and Nara Luming landed on the grass. The next second, someone knelt on the ground and said, "Hokage-sama!"
Ryun glanced at him and nodded. "Lead the way."
"Yes!" the shinobi said, then turned and led Ryun and Luming towards the Wind Daimyo's residence.
By the time they reached the entrance, Luming had already received a message, sent secretly by his father.
"Hokage-sama, the target has been restrained and is inside the room," Nara Shikaku bowed respectfully.
"Shikaku, well done. You have your father's style, cautious and thorough." Ryun was never stingy with praise for his own people.
"I dare not accept such praise, Hokage-sama. I am still quite inexperienced and cannot compare to my father!" Shikaku said modestly, his head lowered.
Nara Luming nodded. Good, this kid performed well, his teaching wasn't in vain. As a subordinate, one must be gentle, kind, respectful, restrained, and magnanimous.
Ryun shook his head. Wasn't this just a copy of Luming? This guy was too cautious.
"Alright, take me inside," Ryun said calmly.
"Yes!" Nara Shikaku pushed open the door and gestured for them to enter. Ryun entered first. After walking a few steps, he saw a pile of fat, bound tightly with ropes in a rather grotesque manner.
"This is the Wind Daimyo?" Ryun frowned. This pile of fat didn't look like one at all! He had no dignity.
"In reply, Hokage-sama, it is him!" Nara Shikaku kicked the Wind Daimyo, waking him from his sleep.
"Huh? Huh? Who? Who! Who dares to kick me? You seek death! Do you not know I am the Daimyo of the Land of Wind!" He glared fiercely, suddenly showing a trace of authority.
A playful expression appeared on Ryun's face. He squatted down to meet the Wind Daimyo's gaze. Seeing this face, the Wind Daimyo was stunned.
"Ryun Uchiha! These people are all from your Konoha! How dare you! As a Kage, you break the law you are supposed to uphold, a subordinate defying a superior. Have you forgotten the relationship between the shinobi villages and the Daimyo?" The Wind Daimyo spoke loudly without any attempt to conceal his words.
It was a pity. It was useless even if he shouted himself hoarse. Konoha shinobi had already taken over the entire Daimyo's residence. The only nearby building belonged to Shingen (Advisor 1).
Even if he heard, he would pretend not to!
"Husband, did you hear something?" Shingen's wife asked worriedly, the voice sounding familiar.
"What, are you concerned about the Daimyo?" Shingen said flatly. He knew about the affair between his wife and the Daimyo, but the smartest thing was to play dumb.
Now that the Daimyo was about to be executed, what about him, the man closest to her...
"No... no." The wife lowered her head, feeling guilty. She had been violated by the Daimyo back then. Even though she didn't speak of it, and the Daimyo didn't either, she still felt remorse towards her husband.
"Sleep," Shingen said, a red light flashing in his eyes.
"Mhm!" Shingen's wife lay down to sleep. Shingen slowly got up, pulling a dagger from inside the pillow.
He then stabbed towards his wife's neck. A spray of bright red blood stained the white clothes of this chief advisor. He just said calmly, "Draw a bath, change my clothes. And dispose of this slut."
The bodyguard outside entered silently after hearing the order, then began processing the corpse. If he hadn't been afraid of alerting the Daimyo earlier, he would have wanted to kill this woman long ago.
Although they usually appeared respectful and affectionate towards each other, it was all just Shingen acting well.
Shingen, his face covered in blood, looked towards the Daimyo's residence, his eyes filled with endless hatred. Originally, he and his wife were deeply in love. It was all because of the Daimyo!
Daimyo's Residence
Ryun said, "Finished shouting?" The expression on his face was between a smile and a smirk.
The Wind Daimyo's heart sank. He looked at Ryun, his eyes dark and unreadable, thinking who knows what.
"It's useless. No one will come to save you. Look at this." Ryun played the recording, which contained Senmon Genko's testimony against him.
Included was his preference for other men's wives and the matter of him violating Shingen's wife. The Wind Daimyo was stunned, then cursed angrily, "Traitor! I'll kill his entire family!"
"Shingen, why is he so close by, yet not coming to save you? You thought you acted flawlessly, that not many knew about this."
"But have you considered, as your chief advisor, wouldn't Shingen guess? He's also waiting, waiting for you to die. If I'm not mistaken, after you die, he will purge your entire family." Ryun stated calmly.
The Wind Daimyo's face turned ashen. He kowtowed to Ryun. "I was wrong, Hokage-sama, I was wrong! Please spare my miserable life! I can die, but my family cannot!"
Ryun slowly stood up and looked at him. "What does it matter to me if your family lives or dies?"
"Don't forget, you brought this upon yourself. You sent envoys, wanting to open rotten meat and spoiled fruit at my daughter's full moon banquet, to make my guests nauseous, to turn my daughter's full moon banquet into a joke!" His eyes were cold, his overwhelming pressure making the Wind Daimyo tremble all over.
"How about this. If you can finish eating all the gifts you sent me within thirty minutes, without leaving a single scrap, I can let you die later, after you've handled your affairs." Ryun suddenly smiled very brightly.
He then opened a scroll and took out two large boxes of "gifts," covered in sealing formulas. Ryun waved his hand and slapped them, the sealing formulas disappeared, and the two lids flew off simultaneously.
An intense stench and sour smell instantly filled the entire Daimyo's residence. Nara Shikaku and Nara Luming quickly walked out and began vomiting uncontrollably.
This smell was too overpowering! The shinobi in the courtyard turned pale and also started vomiting. What the hell was this smell! So foul, sour, and fishy!
The Wind Daimyo couldn't help but start vomiting. The vomit he produced even touched the rotten meat.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the timer starts now! Daimyo, thirty minutes. Eat all of this! I can give you time to handle your affairs before you die. If you exceed the time limit, sorry, but you'll have to go to the Pure Land." After saying this, Ryun stood to the side watching the Daimyo.
He had sealed his own sense of smell. No matter what, he wanted to watch the Wind Daimyo pay the price. The Wind Daimyo's expression changed drastically, but to survive, he艰难地抓起臭肉, picked up the rotten meat with difficulty, ignoring the maggots and the stench, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Gag!" Every time the Wind Daimyo tried to swallow, his throat resisted strongly, tightly closing up. The rotten meat spread in his mouth, his tears were about to come out, but he just couldn't swallow that one mouthful.
"Twenty five minutes left." Ryun looked at the Wind Daimyo, a cold light in his eyes. He was not a kind man. He just wanted to watch the Wind Daimyo pay the price.
The Wind Daimyo chewed the rotten meat, grinding it into a paste, not caring about the maggots, letting the paste flow down his throat.
"Heh, interesting." Ryun watched the Wind Daimyo eat the rotten meat "with relish," and his mood improved considerably.
Soon, thirty minutes passed. The Wind Daimyo had not finished all the rotten meat and spoiled fruit.
Ryun had seen enough. "Alright, time's up, Daimyo. I gave you a chance. You failed to seize it yourself."
Ryun looked around the interior of the Daimyo's residence. Finally, his eyes lit up. He pulled out a decorative katana and slashed, sending out a blade of energy.
The Wind Daimyo's pupils constricted. A moment later, his head separated from his body, thudding to the ground.
A gurgling sound echoed through the hall. Ryun threw the katana aside and walked out of the Daimyo's residence. He whistled, and everyone assembled again.
"Let's go." After Ryun spoke, a Flying Thunder God formation appeared at his feet. Then everyone was enveloped within it and transported together to the outskirts of Konoha Village.
Ryun's expression was normal, seemingly not having consumed much chakra. He thanked Nara Luming and Nara Shikaku.
Then, from his own assets, he gave everyone present five hundred thousand ryo each.
Everyone was shocked by Ryun's generosity. They were just carrying out a mission. Although they knew this mission was related to Ryun and the young princess, they didn't expect such a large monetary reward.
For a moment, no one dared to step forward to receive it. Nara Luming smiled. He stepped forward. "Thank you, Hokage-sama. We are willing to die for Hokage-sama!"
The other shinobi followed his example. After receiving their rewards, they also said the same phrase. "Thank you, Hokage-sama. We are willing to die for Hokage-sama!"
Ryun smiled. "This operation succeeded thanks to everyone. And thank you for helping me, for helping my daughter, vent this anger!..."
After another hour of small talk, everyone began heading towards the village.
Wind Daimyo's Residence
Shingen slowly walked in through the entrance and immediately smelled a foul odor. He couldn't help but frown, but to confirm whether the Daimyo was truly dead, he endured the putrid, sour stench and walked inside.
Soon, he saw a pile of fat next to a pile of rotten meat. Getting closer, he realized it was the Daimyo's corpse!
Because the Daimyo's belly had a peony flower tattoo on it!
And the head? He looked around, then turned and saw the Daimyo's head impaled on a candle holder, staring right at him.
This gave Shingen a fright. He almost fell, but quickly recovered, took a deep breath, and slowly walked towards the Wind Daimyo.
Then he spat on it. "Trash! You brought death upon yourself. But with you dead, I can finally execute my plan. Daimyo, oh Daimyo, I will make sure you have no descendants, to avenge my wife!"
Shingen was deranged. He still believed it was all because of the Daimyo that he and his beloved wife had come to this!
After saying this, Shingen found a whip from somewhere and began lashing the Daimyo's corpse. Each strike was more painful than the last, tearing the Daimyo's corpse open.
Seeming to feel it wasn't enough to vent his anger, Shingen picked up the katana from the ground, raised it high, and began hacking and stabbing the Daimyo's corpse.
Soon,
the Wind Daimyo became a pile of minced meat. Only then did Shingen stop. He looked at the Wind Daimyo, an endless coldness deep in his eyes.
"Daimyo, tomorrow I will inherit your position. And then, I will ensure you have no heirs." After saying these words, Shingen, leaning on the sheathed katana, walked out of the Daimyo's residence.
Suddenly, thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and rain began pouring down heavily!
Shingen's face was cold and indifferent as he walked step by step towards his home.
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