The flames were burning fiercely, and the richly ornamented pavilions were burned to the ground. Wandering ninjas in all kinds of clothes were shuttling back and forth, snatching the valuables left behind in the houses and setting them on fire when they went out.
These locust-like wandering ninjas were the main culprits of the destruction of Yamagata City. The ninjas led by the six great families couldn't do such a thing, so they focused on their job of killing. Wherever they went, blood would flow like a river, and heads would roll.
At this time, 80% of the territory of Yamagata City had fallen into the hands of the invaders, leaving only a small area with the Tenshou Pavilion at the top of the mountain as the center.
Below the Tenshou Pavilion, behind a low wall, a group of Jonins stopped there. They didn't rashly attack the Tenshou Pavilion above, as the last checkpoint would naturally encounter the most intense resistance.
"Qushiro, what's the situation above?" The middle-aged man sat down on a stone stool, lit a cigarette, and leisurely smoked.
"Ryu, since when did your Shimingin family have the qualifications to command the Qushiro family?" The woman with coquettish makeup chuckled and mocked Ryu.
Mitsuyuantaka scratched the beard under his chin, lazily looked at the flirtatious woman, and mocked, "Yo, Tsurugi Kaori, your genius little sister is dead, and you're starting to show off. Tell me the truth, did you find someone to kill my little sister, and also my little cousin at the same time?"
His tone was full of extreme sarcasm and sarcasm, and he smoothly put the blame on the big boss.
This ordinary-looking middle-aged man wasn't a simple character. He dared to smoke leisurely in this place where the flames of war were raging. If he wasn't confident in his own strength, then he must have lost his mind. But seeing how smooth he was in mocking others, it was impossible for him to lose his mind.
In contrast, Tsurugi Kaori was much less shrewd. She was flustered and exasperated by the blame and immediately screamed, "Shimingin Ryu, you're talking nonsense, I don't have the strength to fight one against six, Anisato's death has nothing to do with me."
She didn't deny that she wanted to kill her own sister, which really made everyone speechless. This woman had a pretty face, but her head was filled with grass. They really didn't know how this kind of person passed the Jonin assessment.
The group of Jonin looked at each other with different expressions. No one paid attention to Tsurugi Kagami. Talking to such an idiot will only lower their own standards. Even if he wanted to nitpick, he had to know when and who he was dealing with. Not to mention that it wasn't the time to nitpick over such trivial matters, he didn't even know who Ming Yuanlong was. He was definitely a big idiot.
Takashi Hime was a genius ninja when he was young. After becoming a Jonin, he didn't disappear. He continued to create his own legend until he killed a Jonin during a mission. His fame reached its peak.
After all, according to convention, the strength of a family ninja is weaker than a ninja of the same level from a ninja village, so killing a Jonin is definitely a great achievement.
Because of this, no one was dissatisfied with Long's orders. It was only Tsurugi Kaori, that stupid woman, who jumped out to make her presence known, who ended up hitting an iron plate.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Tsurugi Kaori's face turned from red to black. Her face was burning with shame and anger. Fortunately, her brain wasn't completely made of straw. In the end, she didn't say anything and stood aside obediently.
At this time, a short young man made a hand seal and searched for the aura in the Tenshou Pavilion.
This was Qushiro, a genius ninja from the Qushiro Clan. He was a perceptive ninja, acting as the eyes and ears of everyone. Although there were a few others who also knew perceptive ninjutsu, they weren't as good as him.
"A total of seven auras, different from before. Utsunomiya Fujino has already escaped. These should be the ones who stayed behind to delay our footsteps."
Qushiro said in a deep voice while staring at the Tenshou Pavilion. He always felt that there were a few auras inside that were very strange, but it was difficult to describe what the problem was.
Qushiro's throat rolled, but he didn't say anything in the end. He was very clear about how complicated their team was. This was different from the previous group. Once he said that there was a problem, there would be a wave.
"Seven people?" Takashi pondered for a moment and took a deep puff of his cigarette. The originally short cigarette burned fiercely as it approached the mouth of the cigarette.
Takashi took out the cigarette and flicked it away with his finger. Takashi's eyes became dignified. "Everyone listen to my signal and attack together. No one is allowed to retreat. What do you think?"
Takashi also knew how complicated the team was. There were many Jonins from many clans, and they even had grudges with each other. They were only gathered together because of Hikaru Daimyo's order. There was no cooperation at all, and they didn't attack from behind because there were too many people.
So he simply let everyone do their own thing. As long as they didn't drag each other down, they would be lucky. If they wanted to cooperate, they would just be dreaming.
Sure enough, many people were relieved. From the periphery of the Mountain Town, they had been fighting alone. Suddenly, they were asked to cooperate and kill monsters. They were not used to it!
Everyone spread out and scattered around the Tenshou Pavilion. They each chose an angle to attack and waited quietly for the signal.
The sun continued to rise, and the warm sunlight began to prick the skin. The battle cries below never stopped. After the remaining guards were annihilated, the wandering ninjas began to fight each other for wealth.
In this situation, other than cursing them as a motley crew, they were too lazy to waste their breath on this group of useless trash.
Suddenly, the group of Jonins felt a little lucky that their teammates were not that group of cannon fodder. Otherwise, sooner or later they would be killed by their stupid teammates.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! "
A series of shurikens mixed with kunai flew up into the sky and nailed into the wood. The sound of the shurikens hitting the wood could be heard. There was no obstruction during this time.
Takashi pondered for a moment. There was no resistance at all. Something was wrong! Wakashiro and another person were guarding by the side. They had already joined together.
"Is there any change in their breathing?" Takashi asked softly.
Wakashiro shook his head.
"Do it! Makashi. "Takashi gritted his teeth. There was no way out now.
Makashi was a very quiet young man, but he was very nimble when he moved. He threw the flash bomb with a backhand. It accurately went through the hole left by the shurikens and fell in.
"Boom!"
The flash bomb exploded in the Tenshou Pavilion. A bright light flashed, and then a figure rushed into the Tenshou Pavilion like lightning.
"What is this thing?"
The bead curtain was split open, and round beads rolled on the ground. Behind the bead curtain was not Utsunomiya Fujino, nor were there any ninjas lying in ambush. Instead, it was a black inkman.
After being hit by a shuriken, the inkman instantly melted and turned into a pool of ink.
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