Madara, let's change the world together!

After saying that, he jumped in front of the three of them, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at them with a mocking expression.

"A commoner should just be a commoner."

"Pooh!"

The man with the katana shouted.

"The prince and general Xiangning is kind!"

"We also have the right to live!"

"It's not a toy for you people!"

"We want to be well-fed! We want to be safe! We want to stand up with our heads held high!"

The surrounding crowd looked at the three shouting men as if they were madmen.

Some elderly people in their forties and fifties shook their heads.

It's just a pointless death.

If they don't resist, they can survive.

Hahahaha!!!

"You guys are so silly and funny!"

"Something funny happened today, I have to tell them about it when I get back."

The braided ninja grabbed his own braid, and a strand of hair that had hardened into thousands of strands was pulled out.

He laughed heartily.

"Let me have some fun with you guys."

Inside the carriage, Madara's clone observed silently, ready to intervene if anything seemed amiss.

But probably not.

He had no recollection that the warriors he had trained in the War Hall couldn't even handle this kind of trash.

"hateful!"

The rusty samurai sword was raised high, ready to strike.

The braided ninja raised a thousand hairpins, looking as if he had them completely under his control.

That rusty samurai sword could even cleave his hair.

"puff!"

A sudden, burning pain erupted in my chest.

The hairpin in his hand had a clean cut, just like the knife scar on his chest.

Blood spurted out, staining the clothes of the person in front of him red.

No way!

He died at the hands of an ordinary person?

The braided ninja fell to the ground. He struggled to lift his head and sensed an extremely thin layer of chakra on the rusty katana.

It's still (TM) wind attribute!

Ninja?

Unfortunately, before he could utter a sound, his throat was pierced by the blade of a samurai sword.

"Eeya ya ya!!!"

The coachman let out a strange scream of fear.

He couldn't believe that the ninja he had hired had been taken down by a civilian with a knife.

"Rao"

The next second, blood splattered the carriage red.

Ultimately, they're still young people. The few young men they sent aren't very good at acting, but they're too quick and efficient in their actions.

However, the civilians, too astonished to think clearly, failed to notice these incongruous details.

"Kill them!"

We must decide our own destiny!

In a flash, the three men rushed into the carriage, which immediately began to shake violently, terrifying the civilians nearby.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The screams of the man were so shrill that the minds of the kneeling crowd were completely blank.

"That's enough, there's no need to rock the carriage anymore."

Inside the carriage, Madara's clone took out a sealing scroll from his pocket and then pulled out the corpse of the local lord.

"You need this body, don't you?"

"Yes, Lord Madara!"

"Lord Gen ordered us to put on a play to incite the common people's resistance."

One of them explained it this way.

"All right."

Madara's clone nodded.

"I will cooperate with you."

"There are still some people in the manor; you must have made arrangements for them as well."

"some!"

"Okay, continue with your plan. I'll be watching from the sidelines."

"Yes!"

The three men grabbed the master's corpse and ran outside.

"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?!"

When the local people saw the corpse of the famous man, they all gaped open, their eyes almost bulging out.

"Everyone, I'm going to the Lord's Mansion to kill those sons of bitches!"

"If you're a man, follow me!"

However, the first reaction of these people was to hide inside the house, and many of them screamed in fright.

"You killed them!"

"It's none of our business!"

"We don't want to die!!!"

The rooms were all locked up, and even the shops that were open were almost all shut down.

The three people who were just shouting felt a chill run down their spines.

Is this the kind of person who has been kneeling for too long, as Master Yuan mentioned?

Having received education at Churi City School, they truly couldn't understand these people who were content with their lives despite their extreme dissatisfaction.

It turns out that it's so hard to be determined to resist.

"A few of us will go with you!"

Five or six men who looked to be only about fifteen years old ran over carrying farm tools.

Their clothes were patched in several places, clearly indicating that they were poor, ordinary people.

"I must avenge my sister!"

"That damned bastard kidnapped my sister and said he wanted to use her as a servant!"

"Coco received the news of her sister's death less than six months later."

The young man, with tears in his eyes, stared at the corpse on the ground with hatred.

"I want to thank you all; my life is now in your hands!"

"Me too!" xN

The people behind the young man began to recount their own experiences, each one wishing they could tear the man apart alive.

"Others are used to it, but we aren't!"

"We've had enough!"

"No matter the outcome, we must resist!"

"Resist!!!"

The three men looked at the five young men with satisfaction.

Ultimately, there are still people willing to stand up.

Even though the process of standing up was extremely difficult and could easily crush their bodies, they were all prepared and prepared to sacrifice.

Don't worry!

The Land of Water—no, the Realm of Water—will be liberated and reborn under the rule of that great one!

Chapter 122 A Spark of Fire

Inside the sealed-off Land of Water, scenes similar to those in Aomori Town are unfolding.

The local leader was assassinated, and a few or dozens of civilians launched a struggle of resistance.

These warriors from the War Hall and public officials from the Administrative Office, arranged by Kiyoi Gen, tried every means to incite resistance among the civilians, but the vast majority of the people of the Land of Water were terrified of their resistance.

Some commoners even reported their rebellion to the Daming Prefecture in exchange for a reward.

Too few people are willing to stand up.

Most people are content with the status quo; as long as they have enough to eat, they're happy as long as things don't get worse.