MTLNOVEL Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Using This to Test a Leader?
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At that moment, a figure in a straw raincoat silently stepped in front of her, facing the roaring water dragon, and slowly raised a hand.
"Pfft!"
The unstoppable dragon head instantly dissipated, as if that hand was an indestructible boulder. The body of the dragon behind it also shattered inch by inch, turning into streams of cool water that vanished into nothingness in the palm.
The girl's eyes were filled with disbelief. Such a fierce ninjutsu had been effortlessly neutralized by the person before her.
"If it's a sword fight, then fight with swords. Why use ninjutsu? So dishonorable," Kamihane said with a hint of laziness.
He slightly lifted his bamboo hat, coldly scanning the crowd. "If this were a battle between samurai, I wouldn't interfere. But you've got ninjas among you?"
"Watch out!" the girl suddenly cried out.
Kamihane's gaze shifted as a burly man sneaked up to his side, swinging a giant hammer at his face.
"Bang!"
The bamboo hat shattered instantly, splinters flying everywhere, but Kamihane… remained unmoved.
Amidst his wildly dancing black hair, his calm and unperturbed gaze was revealed, along with his completely unharmed face.
The girl couldn't help but stare in awe.
Her beautiful eyes widened as she clearly saw that the moment the hammer struck Kamihane's cheek, a ripple-like wave seemed to appear in the air, like a transparent barrier shield, yet as solid as a fortress, blocking the attack for him.
Kamihane turned and threw a punch, releasing an overwhelming force from his fist. With a dull thud, the giant man lost half of his body, his bones and flesh crushed into powder, transforming into a spray of blood that painted the snow behind him a deep crimson.
Behind him, the fluctuation of chakra rose again as the three began preparing another ninjutsu, and the remaining bandits rushed to join the fray.
Yet Kamihane didn't turn around. He merely closed his eyes slightly.
In the air, an invisible wind flowed past in an instant.
Less than a second later, he opened his eyes.
The girl noticed his body seemed to sway slightly, as if he had momentarily lost support, but he steadied himself the moment he opened his eyes, as if nothing had happened.
Having trained with the sword for years, she was sensitive to the subtle movements of people's bodies, so she caught Kamihane's anomaly.
"Thud."
The girl's ears perked up, and she quickly looked behind Kamihane.
An astonishing scene unfolded. More than ten people behind him, even all the bandits at the front and rear of the caravan, fell to the ground one after another with a series of "thuds," like overcooked noodles.
Their expressions were eerily identical—pupils unfocused, gazes lost, some with drool hanging from their mouths, their faces frozen in a dazed stupor, like a group portrait painted by an artist.
As if… their souls had been stripped away.
"Instant kill!"
"He just… instantly killed all these people!"
The girl was utterly shocked, her cherry-like lips slightly parted, unable to close for a long time.
"What… what kind of technique is this? It's terrifying!"
Kamihane smiled as he stretched his neck. "The Soul Transformation Technique" truly lived up to its reputation as a forbidden jutsu—impossible to defend against, impossible to evade, killing without a trace. It was remarkably effective for clearing out enemies.
Just now, in that brief moment, his spirit left his body and darted between the brows of over twenty people, not only erasing their souls but also successfully extracting a piece of information.
Kamihane was surprised. These guys, who appeared to be ordinary bandits, were actually a well-armed private force serving a mysterious high-ranking figure in the Land of Iron. Among them were rōnin, assassins, and even… a jōnin from Kirigakure.
"Kirigakure? Hmph, they've reached their hands into the Land of Iron."
This ambush was no accident; it was premeditated.
"Interesting. Someone wants to eliminate this caravan, or rather, a specific person in it, and doesn't want them to return alive to Takeo City."
The crisis was resolved, but Kamihane had also revealed his strength. As someone who had taken down all the enemies in an instant, he naturally enjoyed a completely different treatment than before.
At this moment, he sat upright in the most luxurious carriage, with delicacies and fine wine laid out on the table. Members of the caravan came forward one after another to express their gratitude, including the two cheap samurai.
After all, if it weren't for Kamihane, they would likely have been beaten to death.
"Kamihane-sama."
Sugawara Shoko sat beside Kamihane, her slender legs neatly together, her gaze sincere. "Thank you for your righteous intervention. If not for your assistance, we might have fallen victim to those bandits…"
"Why is she speaking so formally…" Kamihane thought to himself, nodding slightly without changing his expression. "Mhm."
"On behalf of the entire caravan, I offer my deepest gratitude for your aid!"
"Mhm." He half-closed his eyes, not speaking, playing the part of a master.
"Such a great kindness, I, a mere girl, have no way to repay it, except…"
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"Go on, why did you stop?" Kamihane secretly opened one eye to glance at her.
The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old. Though she was the leader of the caravan, her attire was quite simple—rough hemp clothing, medium-length light brown hair, and a finely crafted katana with an exquisite sheath and tsuba hanging at her waist.
She was at the age of youthful development, with vermilion lips and pearly teeth, her beauty a feast for the eyes. Though she didn't possess the ethereal grace of Uchiha Hikari, she had her own charm.
Especially the hemp shirt that seemed about to burst at the chest, bearing a weight that shouldn't have been hers at this age.
She let out a soft hiccup, quickly covering her small mouth. A faint smell of alcohol wafted over, making Kamihane frown slightly.
This girl, she'd been drinking.
Kamihane silently averted his gaze and sat upright.
Shoko took a deep breath, her fair cheeks suddenly flushing with two shades of crimson. She instinctively averted her eyes, looking down at her toes. "I have decided… to offer you the most precious thing I possess…"
Kamihane focused on his nose and heart, unable to stop his heartbeat from quickening.
The girl mustered all her courage, raised her delicate head, and gazed affectionately at the handsome young man before her. She bit her bright red lips, her slender hands slowly undoing the hemp belt.
Wait, is this really happening? Is this a test of my resolve?
Kamihane was at a loss for words.
Having trained hard to this day, he was used to battles and bloodshed, but this kind of alluring and ambiguous scene… it was his first time experiencing it.
Shoko was extremely shy, her chest rising and falling with her breath. For some reason, her delicate fingers seemed like they were undressing for the first time, struggling to untie the waistband.
This moment was also quite torturous for Kamihane.
A cold breeze blew in through the window, like opening the seal of a clay jar, slightly cooling the atmosphere inside the carriage. Kamihane also regained his composure.
At that moment, a pale purple katana was tremblingly presented to him.
"Huh?"
Shoko bit her lip, turning her head away, and softly explained, "This blade is called 'First Snow's Dragon Tamer.' It is the most precious thing I possess. It is… my father's final masterpiece, forged through 128 meticulous steps of the 'Dragon Taming Tradition.' Its blade pattern is exquisite, the blade itself as bright as snow, capable of splitting a hair, and it never stains with blood. The sheath is made of purple jade leather, perfectly natural…"
Kamihane stared blankly at the katana, his mouth opening and closing. "So… you were undressing just now to… get the sword?"
"Huh? Does Kamihane-sama like my waistband?" Shoko looked up in confusion.
"Oh, it's nothing." Kamihane smiled gently, pushing 'First Snow' away with a light hand. "A gentleman does not take what others cherish. Besides, I merely acted on a whim. There's no need for such grand repayment."
His expression was calm, but inside, he was screaming.
Using this to test a leader!???
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