CH-42

Muichiro looked towards his brother. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned to his courageous but dumb brother.

"You fool, who told you to come today?" He was tired with his brother giving him small heart attacks every now and then, risking the exposure of his identity...and his 'not so dead status'....

Yes, he knew that his brother was not dead... After all, he was the one who made sure of that.

...

A large, brown-haired man was panting as he stood with the help of his sword; his eyes were unfocused, his stance wide, and he was completely vulnerable.

His katana, which was the sole bearer of his weight, was colored in dark red blood.

"What did you do, brother?" a small voice spoke from the side; little Muichiro had just come, his footsteps stopping at the doorstep.

Bodies were strewn all around the place, with multiple samurai dead, their bodies lying on the ground, unmoving.

"I had to, brother," Tokichiro spoke, in small pauses, "They were going to do something really bad to that girl.".

Muichiro worriedly went to his brother's side, holding him and letting him rest. "What happened? Tell me.".

"Lord Shuru had taken an interest in a little girl from the countryside." Tokichiro turned towards his brother. "The lord proposed marriage, but the family refused...and instead of stopping, he was going to kidnap and rape her.".

With a small pause, Muichiro spoke, "You did right, brother..." Muichiro's strong voice brought comfort to his big bro.

"Thanks, Mui," he spoke as his face soon hardened. "Now that I have killed all these people, including my lord...as a samurai...I have to commit suicide." He put his hand on Muichiro's lap; his eyes glistened with unshed tears, " ".

'I …" ".

'I knew you did say this,' Muichiro thought, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Sorry, brother," Muichiro spoke... The very next second, a strong uppercut put the larger man to sleep. "You aren't dying any time soon.".

Putting the man above his shoulder, he walked out of the lord's place.

He had a death to cover up.

........

'Fucking monkeys.'

"Let's dance."

I quickly flickered to his right, my sword a shadow of its existence as it made its way towards the man.

His extended katana came up to block my attack.

Shing

'Fast Kata Barrage'

My body was fueled with a huge quantity of chakra, and my sword appeared in multiple places.

However, each swing of my sword was met with a parry or a block.

"Enough playing," he muttered. The very next second, his sword met mine, huge wind pockets formed around us, and the sheer force of his swings made me fly five meters back.

thud

'What the fuck, what kind of strength is that?' I thought, sweat flowing down my temple.

The opponent wasn't as easy as I expected it to be.

He raised his leg and brought it back on the ground; his body stretched itself into a basic slashing stance. "I am a master samurai boy... Prepare to die.".

'A master...'

Well, I have always been fighting enemies stronger than myself...

"Let's see who's stronger," I spoke as I quickly flickered to his right.

'Quick slash'

My sword quickly descended on his shoulder, the key area for a swordsman.

'Defend against this.'

shing

His sword met mine in a fraction of a second, his body still in the same stance.

My face grew shocked at the ease with which he blocked me, seeing my confusion...he smirked.

'body flicker'

Flickering backwards, I barely dodged another one of his swings... the sheer pressure from it caused the hair on my body to stand up.

'I got to go all out ... there is no way I can beat him if I keep holding back' ... I thought my grip on my sword had toughened.

However, despite all the trouble I had put myself in, I smiled, 'Fast kata barrage—whirlwind sword.'.

Chakra heeded my call as my sword was covered with multiple rotations; I raised it high up in the air...and the very next second, I disappeared.

My sword met his in the middle; however, the very next second, his face grew shocked...the sheer rotational force of my chakra threw his sword off trajectory.

'Let's keep attacking.'.

shing

thing

boom

Our swords met multiple times, my whirlwind sword technique disrupting any rhythm of his...I kept advancing as he slowly retreated.

'Fast jab'

Quickly jabbing at his exposed right collarbone, I was once again met with the flat of his sword.

However, the moment it touched my blade, it went off course in the air.

'An opportunity,' I thought with a smile.

'Fast slash.' I let the chakra flow in the memory channels for this technique.

"Argh!" he shouted as his shocked and furious face saw my sword easing towards his unguarded neck.

"You dare!" His loud voice rang out...

'What is this feeling?' My hair rose on my body...it was as if sheer terror had taken forth control.

Before I could even formulate a thought, I had cancelled the attack and retreated towards the back.

'Fuck.'

And it was fortunate I did, because the very next second, a huge earth spike covered the floor where I stood.

"Boy, that technique of yours... It's praiseworthy; however, without the knowledge and expertise of elemental manipulation... there is nothing you can do to me." His confidence had once again appeared; however, I could see the hidden anger beneath his arrogant facade.

"You mean, how you almost died right now...don't worry, I will let you live another few seconds." I spoke with the jest with a sloppy grin on my face.

'There is only one way I can win this...I have to fight like a ninja,' I thought, looking at the kunai bag on my thigh; a simple plan formulated in my brain.

The blue-haired samurai took a different stance this time, one where his legs were close and his sword was pointing towards the earth.

Lifting his chin up, he spoke, "Very well, come at me with all you got.".

.....

Misachi was currently running with a certain Uchiha in tow.

"What am I supposed to do again?" Shisui spoke as his light body was barely keeping up with the speed of the blue-haired woman in front of him.

Currently they were jumping from tree to tree, making their way towards the daimyo palace.

"To inform the Daimyo, of course; that is the only way that this civil war would come to a rest.".

Shisui dodged another weak branch on the way and spoke, "Is that why you took me away from the arena... what can the daimyo even do?"

Misachi's tone grew a slight bit irritated at the constant questioning. "Picking you up was Kagami's order...as for the daimyo," she slowed down enough for Shisui to come face to face, "if he knows about this and gets his army quickly to the arena...at least before the fight ends, then no way Higarashi could do anything.".

'After all, the daimyo only supports Lord Mifune. However, if we are late and Lord Mifune dies, then the daimyo will have no choice but to appoint Lord Higarashi as the new Kage of the Land of Iron,' she thought as she once again fastened her speed.

About twenty minutes later, the daimyo mansion was in view.

A tall castle like structure made with metal and carved to be deserving of royalty. Its ebony grew walls stood proudly in the middle of the huge city surrounding it.

Even from afar, it was a sight to see. Multiple lights ranged around the place, and a soft banner of the land was supported at its peak.

Misachi pointed towards the huge castle. "That is our destination. We are close." ...

'To think it was so close to the arena...Lord Mifune is quite clever to come up with the idea of locating the arena near the daimyo palace.' She thought a small smile on her face.

'And it seemed Kagami knew it' ...

'He also told me to be aware of this,' she thought as she quickly pulled Shisui back from an arrow headed his way.

The little Uchiha quickly took out his kunai, his head swinging from the left to the right, looking for any enemies.

Misachi also took out her sword, its thin blade shining in the afternoon sun.

Another arrow quickly made its way towards them; however, a quick throw of the kunai blocked its path.

"Come out," Shisui spoke.

ruffle

ruffle

Footstep sounds rang out as a small group of samurai made their way towards them.

'Ten...And it seems they are pretty strong too,' Shisui thought as he gripped his weapon harder.

His eyes darted from the kunai to the sword strapped on his back...until he let out a sigh.

'I can't win this without the sword.'

He pulled out a small dark black blade from his back.

'Let's see how good Mokama's techniques are ...'

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