I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

"Please, spare my life! I will submit! Please spare my people!"

Under immense mental pressure, the ugly man struggled to speak.

Chapter 38 Servant: Fuma Dragonfly

With a slight downward movement of his sword, the illusion was dispelled.

Huang accepted the other party's proposal.

But just as the light returned, a strong gust of wind attacked from behind.

"go to hell!"

It roared fiercely as it swept across the forest path.

Faqie was very angry.

When has he ever been played like this?

Especially since the opponent is a minor kid!

If word gets out, how will they be able to stay in the Land of Fields?

Not to mention restoring the family's glory and bringing the name of the Wind Demon Clan from darkness into the light!

"Stop! Faqie!"

The dragonfly looked anxious, wanting to stop them, but it was too late.

What on earth is going on in the minds of these foolish kin? The fact that they dared to stand in the center of the enemy lines and casually break free from the illusion's control suggests only one reason:

Absolute confidence in one's own abilities!

Don't assume you can do whatever you want just because someone is a child!

A ninja's strength isn't determined by age!

A giant paper cutter sliced ​​through the void, shattering the figures in sight.

The madness and bloodlust in Faqie's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by fear that began to permeate the air!

'Another shadow clone?'

'How can it be! ’

However, before he could think further, his right arm, which was bound by giant scissors, appeared out of nowhere.

How could this be? I clearly didn't have any follow-up attacks.

Just then, a delayed pain arrived through the nerves, and the agony of being torn apart instantly filled the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

"what!"

"My hand, my hand!!"

A mournful howl echoed through the forest path.

However, there was no sympathy in Huang's eyes. He raised his blood-stained sword again, wanting to finish off his opponent.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please spare his life! I failed to control my companion properly, please spare his life!"

An ugly dragonfly blocked Faqie's path.

Although he had just been cursing the other party in his heart for being an idiot and not understanding the situation, he still couldn't bring himself to watch his comrade die.

Fresh blood slowly slid down the blade and splattered onto the ground.

There will be no next time.

He said coldly.

"Yes Yes."

The dragonfly quickly responded in a low voice.

But when he looked around again, his eyes were filled with sorrow.

When they arrived, there were only a few dozen clansmen, but several died in just one encounter. Even Faqie's dominant arm was severed. Such losses were a heavy blow to the already declining Wind Demon clan.

But who can be blamed?

I can only blame myself for not being strong enough. When I saw a ninja escorting a caravan alone, I subconsciously thought he was someone I could easily take down.

Moreover, that's just how the ninja world is.

The weak eat the strong, the fittest survive.

After calming down, Dragonfly directed the remaining members of her clan to clean up the battlefield, while Ara ignored everything else and went straight back to the caravan to meditate and recover his chakra.

The countries outside were indeed more chaotic than he had imagined.

Black shops, bandits, robbers... it seems like every village I pass through brings some trouble.

This time, it was the first time Ara had encountered ninjas from other forces, but their strength was somewhat questionable, and they didn't seem much stronger than even the genin of Konoha.

The ninjutsu they used was somewhat interesting, but that was all.

Apart from the ugly man named Tonbo, none of the others possessed the decisiveness and judgment that a ninja should have.

Not to mention tactics and cooperation.

These guys rely entirely on their ninjutsu and numbers to get ahead. Once their moves are broken, they're lambs to the slaughter with no chance of turning the tables.

However, after the dragonfly proposed to follow, a stage quest was triggered:

[Stage Quest: Recruit Servants]

Mission Description: In the ninja world, even the strongest individual can be overwhelmed by overwhelming odds. Therefore, gathering allies and cooperating is essential to dealing with various situations.

Condition for achievement: Gain the loyalty of a ninja.

Mission Reward: 1 Ninjutsu with the same chakra attribute as the Servant

Task status: Completed

[Random Earth Release ninjutsu being drawn...]

[Obtained: Earth Release: Earth Flow Wall]

[Earth Wall]: Create one or more earth walls to protect yourself and your companions, or use them as a simple barrier to trap enemies.

P.S.: (If you don't have enough chakra, don't carve anything fancy; it's extremely effective at resisting water-style ninjutsu.)

It is a defensive ninjutsu and does not fit very well with his offensive system.

"Huang, it's getting late. Why don't we rest here on this inn street for the night?"

As he pondered, he heard Kujo's inquiry.

At this moment, he was completely captivated by this young ninja who was only eight years old. The group of guys who had blocked his way earlier were none other than the Fuma clan, a long-established power stationed in the Land of Fields!

Although it has declined somewhat, it is not something that can be easily manipulated, and it still controls a relatively bustling hotel street.

Yet, this very force was easily defeated by the young man before them.

He's starting to feel that the commission he's paying is too low.

Of course, if you hire a regular Chunin squad, whether they will come out to rob you is another matter entirely.

"it is good."

Uchiha Ara responded softly.

He had no opinions or demands regarding food, lodging, or transportation; everything should be done according to the Nine Merchant Guild's plan.

As they stepped into the hotel street, the atmosphere around them changed abruptly. Pedestrians walking on the street stopped and looked at them with ill intent, as if they had seen a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

But when these guys who were planning how to make their move looked back, their expressions froze instantly, and they quickened their pace, retreating from the street. Some businesses even closed their doors and shut down early.

Look at the remnants of the Wind Demon Clan. Are they fat sheep that I can devour? They are clearly wolves in sheep's clothing!

The accommodations after entering the hotel district were arranged by Dragonfly.

As expected, the other party was the strongest among the remaining members of the Wind Demon Clan, and was also fulfilling the duties of the acting clan leader.

"Lord Ara, may I come in?"

An ugly man standing outside the courtyard knocked lightly on the door.

"Ah."

Uchiha Ara sheathed his horizontal sword, which he had been wielding to cut the ground.

Even while on a mission, he did not forget his daily training, and every minute and second was extremely precious to him.

Moreover, the endless sword-wielding is about to reach the thousand-day achievement, and the intermediate-level physique pills that can be obtained at that time are also among the things he covets.

As soon as Dragonfly pushed open the door, she saw the boy who had just stopped training. His sharp eyes were as cold as knives, and his lean upper body had no excess fat. The sweat on his body had already soaked the ground.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your training."

Startled, the Wind Demon Dragonfly hurriedly knelt on the ground, its shock only intensifying.

The opponent's strength is not without reason!

In the past, which ninjas who passed through this place did not forget to train even while on a mission?

absolutely not!

They will only seek out delicious food or do other interesting things to relax as soon as they arrive.

"Is something wrong?"

Huang asked.

The distance in the voice was like being separated by mountains and seas.

His reason for agreeing to the other party's pleas for mercy was simple:

Firstly, it's because I'm not bloodthirsty, and those bandits and thugs with blood on their hands were overestimating themselves and couldn't take a beating, so who can I blame but them for their own deaths?

Secondly, it is naturally for the purpose of completing the task.

As for the opponent's strength, Huang didn't take a liking to it.

With Brother Zhishui as a formidable figure in front of him, his standards were indeed quite high.