Chapter 195: What If I Don’t Follow the Rules?

Ten days later.

A luxurious carriage rolled steadily into the capital city of the Land of Fire.

Inside, the curtain on one side was pulled back, revealing two stunning faces squeezed together at the small window.

"Wow~"

"This is the capital of the Land of Fire?"

"So lively."

A woman with blue-violet hair exclaimed in amazement.

Beside her, a gentle-looking woman with black hair didn't say anything, but her eyes sparkled with awe. The vibrant cityscape clearly left her just as impressed.

Behind the two women, a man dressed in fine silk robes shook his head with mild amusement.

How easily impressed.

Although the Land of Fire's capital was considered the most prosperous place in the shinobi world, it didn't quite live up to his standards. Compared to the towering skyscrapers and magnificent structures of his past life, it was hardly impressive.

The three passengers in the carriage were Uchiha Mirai, Konan, and Uchiha Mikoto. They had taken a leisurely journey from Konohagakure, sightseeing along the way.

As the carriage traveled deeper into the city, it eventually stopped in front of a worn-down inn tucked away in an alley.

Konan frowned as she glanced at the shabby exterior.

"Why are we being brought here?" she asked. "Do they think we can't afford a proper place?"

The driver quickly explained, "It's not about the money, my lady. Ninja are only allowed to stay in establishments like these in the capital."

"No matter how much money you have, the better inns won't accommodate shinobi. Of course, if you're willing to hide anything that identifies you as ninja, we could try elsewhere."

Konan's lips twitched in irritation as she bit back her anger.

"Why?" she demanded. "Why discriminate against ninja like this?"

The driver gave a sheepish laugh.

Isn't that just the way things are for ninja? he thought. Frankly, if the payment hadn't been so generous, he wouldn't have taken a job involving shinobi at all.

Mikoto turned to Mirai with a gentle voice.

"Mirai, are we really staying here?"

Although she wasn't picky about accommodations, the blatant discrimination left a bitter taste.

Mirai chuckled. "No, we'll stay at the best inn in the capital."

"But... our identity..."

"That's exactly why I'm here—to change this kind of treatment."

With that, Mirai shifted his gaze to the driver. "Take us to the finest inn."

...

Near the Daimyo's mansion

A wide cobblestone road stretched through the busiest commercial district. On either side, buildings stood packed closely together, showcasing the city's prosperity.

The carriage stopped in front of an extravagant-looking inn. The driver pocketed his generous tip with a pleased grin before leaving.

Mirai, holding Mikoto in one hand and Konan in the other, strode into the inn.

"Welcome~!"

A receptionist bowed deeply, her voice warm and polite. But when her eyes fell on the ninja headband tied around Mirai's waist, her expression soured instantly.

"You're ninja?"

Mirai responded calmly, "That's right. Is there a problem?"

The receptionist's demeanor turned haughty as her earlier smile vanished.

"This establishment serves nobles and dignitaries. Tools as lowly as ninja are not permitted to enter."

"Unless you want me to call the samurai, I suggest you leave immediately."

In shinobi villages, ninja held the highest status. But the further one ventured into civilian territories, especially near the Daimyo's domain, the lower their perceived standing became.

Here, even the lowest-ranking civilians harbored a sense of superiority over ninja.

The receptionist embodied this disdain perfectly.

"Lowly tools?!"

Both Konan and Mikoto's faces darkened with anger.

Though ninja were considered tools, adding "lowly" to the description was an insult too far.

Seeing their lack of movement, the receptionist sneered.

"Plenty of ninja have caused trouble here before, and they all ended up dead. Their bodies were hung on the city walls as a warning."

"If you don't want to share the same fate, I suggest you leave now."

Mirai raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Are you not aware of how dangerous ninja can be? What gives you the confidence to yell at us like this?"

"Rules are rules," she replied with disdain. "If you chose to become ninja, you should accept your lowly status."

Mirai chuckled softly. "Rules, huh? What if I decide not to follow them?"

In a swift motion, he grabbed the receptionist by the throat, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

Her face turned pale as veins bulged on her forehead, panic quickly replacing her arrogance.

"P-please... don't kill me..."

She managed to choke out a plea, her previous bravado crumbling instantly.

Mirai's grip loosened slightly, giving her a glimmer of hope.

Snap!

The sound of her neck breaking echoed through the lobby. Her body went limp, and Mirai let her corpse fall to the floor like discarded trash.

Without hesitation, he turned to the rest of the staff.

"Give me your finest room," he commanded.

"Yes, sir!"

The process went smoothly after that. The staff hastily led Mirai, Mikoto, and Konan to a luxurious suite.

Surveying the elegant room, Mirai nodded in satisfaction.

This is more like it.

Once the staff left, Mikoto and Konan exchanged worried glances.

"Mirai, shouldn't we visit the Daimyo right away?"

"There's no rush. Let's rest for the day. You two should take a bath."

Blushing slightly, the women nodded and retreated to the bathroom.

Mirai, meanwhile, created a wooden clone to stand guard. A single clone would suffice to handle any interruptions.

...

At the Daimyo's Mansion

The rotund Daimyo swept an array of delicate fruits off his desk in a fit of rage, his jowls quivering with indignation.

"Unbelievable! Those insolent ninja from Konoha!"

He had just received word that Uchiha Mirai not only killed someone but also slaughtered many of the samurai sent to maintain order—right in the capital's vicinity!

"This is an outright challenge to my authority!" he roared.

The ministers flanking him shared his outrage.

"Shall we send forces to eliminate those Konoha ninja?" one of them suggested.

The Daimyo shook his head. "No, that Uchiha Mirai is far too strong. It wouldn't be wise to provoke him."

He recalled the display of Mirai's power during the Chūnin Exams and had no illusions about the capabilities of his samurai.

"But are we just going to let this slide?" another minister protested.

A cold smile spread across the Daimyo's face.

"Don't worry. There are a thousand ways to put those ninja in their place."

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