Naruto: In the name of the Senju, he made the ninja world tremble.

Under the moonlight, Tie Zao sat cross-legged under the eaves, with a rectangular box lying across his knees. The box was of an antique texture but was spotless, clearly showing that Tie Zao cherished it and wiped it clean from time to time.

At this moment, as he looked at Murakami performing swordsmanship in front of him, joy and sorrow intertwined in his eyes, as if he was grieving for Murakami, a swordsmanship genius, who was born at the wrong time.

This era no longer needs samurai. After honing his swordsmanship to perfection in the cage, he was met not with a superb samurai duel when he broke through the cage, but with a ninja's illusion technique. More terrifying than the defeat in battle was the shattering of his spirit.

"Murakami, that's enough. Bring me the katana."

Upon hearing his master's words, Murakami solemnly wiped the katana in his hand and handed it over with both hands.

"The Rain-Cutting Blade is a treasured sword refined through a hundred stages, while what you hold in your hand is merely a Shadow Strike. The real strike is right here."

Tetsuzo gently opened the long box, and an exquisite and beautiful katana appeared in front of Murakami. Immediately, a look of infatuation appeared in his eyes, but there was no greed.

The next second, the box containing the True Strike of the Rain fell into Murakami's hands, while the Shadow Strike in his hands had somehow ended up in Tetsuzo's hands.

"Master, this..."

Tetsuzo raised his hand to stop Murakami from speaking, carefully examining the young man in front of him as if he were seeing himself many years ago. "Murakami, your uncle and I have already made arrangements. You don't need to go back. Take this sword, Kiriyu, and the letter to the Land of Iron to find Admiral Mifune. He will tell you what happens after that."

"The matter is urgent. You should set off immediately. Once you have settled in the Land of Iron, remember to write to me."

Murakami, who was of a calm and unassuming nature, did not notice any flaws or urgency in his master's words. He nodded, took the dry rations that Tetsuzaku had prepared in advance, bowed respectfully, and then turned and left.

"The caravan massacre was carried out by me and my men. This child was only sent by Jintian to lure me out. Your mission has nothing to do with him. Can you let him go?"

The desolate voice came from the iron-clad man's mouth, as if an old man were pleading with a robber to spare his grandson.

"Snap"

An item was thrown in front of him. Upon closer inspection, Tetsuzo recognized it as the scabbard of the sword he had just given to Murakami, Shin-chan. His expression changed drastically, and he stared at the ninja with his arms crossed, his eyes turning red.

"You actually killed innocent people indiscriminately?"

Looking at the agitated Tie Zao, Qian Yu felt a vague sense of nausea; the other party really thought she was an idiot.

"Innocent? You're telling me you're innocent? Putting aside the fact that you and he look alike, just the fact that Murakami would need so many live targets to develop such swordsmanship means we can't let him go."

"Besides, the resources he cultivated were given to you out of thin air by the Sage of Six Paths? You don't have many bloodstained valuables in your basement."

Murakami is a master swordsman, but because of this, he has no sense of good or evil in his heart except for swordsmanship. One second he may appear to be unsociable, but the next he may be willing to stab a live target in the heart in order to improve his swordsmanship.

This kind of person is even more terrifying than those who are vicious and ruthless. He has no human emotions. This was confirmed by Chiyu using the Mind Reflection Technique on the way. So when Chiyu discovered that the other party was about to leave, he asked Genma to stop him. And it turned out just as Chiyu had thought.

Murakami was very skilled at killing, his swordsmanship was extremely sharp, but there was no murderous intent in his eyes, as if this was something he was born to do.

"Cut off the rain, stop the rain!"

"Earth Release: Earth Returns!"

Ironclad appeared as if shrinking the distance between himself and Qianyu, his sharp blade shattering the earthen wall and even cleaving Qianyu in two behind it.

"Bang"

Chiyu's body transformed into a piece of withered wood, causing Tetsuzo's eyes to narrow slightly. He then thrust the Kiriyu sword from his waist backward, simultaneously unleashing his speed to retreat rapidly, imbuing the blade with terrifying penetrating power.

"Secret Technique, Returning Goose!"

Then he felt his sword, the Rain Slash, being forcibly stopped. With his rich combat experience, he immediately loosened his grip on the hilt and stomped his right foot to launch a rapid dodge.

However, a sharp pain shot through his right foot. Looking down, he saw a thin thorn piercing right through the sole of his foot, preventing him from unleashing his speed.

"Oh no!"

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his iron body seemed to be hit by a carriage. His left side was slammed from behind by a huge force, and then he was thrown forward like a rag doll, crashing into the wall not far away.

"Cough cough," Tie Zao struggled to turn his body over, knowing he was going to die. He wanted to see why his "Goose Return" technique hadn't worked. At that moment, dark red blood kept spurting out, accompanied by foam flowing onto the ground.

Qianqianyu looked at the twisted Shadow Strike, which had been ravaged by her Hardening Technique and Super Strength Ninjutsu, and casually tossed it aside. She then walked to a spot three meters away from Ironclad.

"Anything else you want to say? I'll give you time to say your last words, since this is my first time carrying out a C-rank mission," Qianyu said, gently patting her sleeve. "Of course, don't even think about fulfilling your last wishes."

On his deathbed, Tie Zao's vision grew increasingly blurry. Looking at the shadow being twisted by Qian Yu's immense strength and Qian Yu's unharmed hand, he struggled to open his mouth, ignoring the suffocating feeling of blood flowing back, and a hoarse voice came out.

"Fifty...fifty...years of arduous...training," as his voice rang out, more blood gushed from his mouth, "yet...not...accepted...by...the times..."

Abandoned by the times, he stubbornly clings to the purity of being a samurai, unwilling to use external forces like the samurai of the Land of Iron, determined to use the sword in his hand to vindicate the samurai of the old era.

After wasting decades like this, he found that his goal was nowhere in sight. He barely survived countless times in the corners of the ninja war, and each time he survived, he fell into deeper despair.

Ironically, as he grew older, he struggled to make ends meet and eventually resorted to slaughtering ordinary people to survive. Fate played a cruel trick on him; unwilling to relinquish his dignity as a samurai, he became the most despicable bandit, only to be killed by a young ninja.

Tiezao took one last, laborious look at the white-haired boy in front of him. He was truly in the prime of his life. He must have looked just like that when he first stepped out of the prison. The scene before him gradually blurred and turned into a black curtain.

With a flash of cold light, Qianyu sealed the iron head as proof of the mission, then turned and left. As for this place, someone would come and clean it up.

Outside the gate, Genma Shiranui had a box of gold and silver at his feet and was playing with a Shinta Kirito in his hand, looking rather uninterested. Not far away, under a large tree, Murakami leaned back with a Senbon needle stuck in his throat.

Pure swordsmanship geniuses are destined to be eliminated in this era. This is a personal tragedy, but it is also the tide of the times.

With a calm expression, Qianyu placed the real weapon and gold and silver on the scroll, casually formed a hand seal with one hand, and then sealed the scroll. The scroll automatically wrapped around the items on it, and he put them away.

Genma Shiranui was stunned when he saw this scene. How could this child use the sealing technique so well?